Ri'nakhad looked back to Gallus, letting out a sigh. "Ri'nakhad does have some worries about it, but...he doubts any plan we could reasonably have would not worry him. This one will consult our maps with Ra'jorr to find the best location to confront them. Now, we should move on to our normal duties, so as not to arouse any suspicion."

The camp did not take long for the clan to set up, after which they returned to something approaching a normal evening. They had their dinner and allowed themselves to finally rest after a long day of traveling. The soldiers were keeping fairly separated from the clan, but that did not rid the atmosphere of the anxiety that their presence created. From this point, until they forced them to leave, they would all have to watch their words and actions to keep the soldiers from catching on to the truth of the situation. 

As the sun was beginning to set, the wind began to pick up. All of their tents were tied down securely, but the sand that was blowing through the camp was uncomfortable to say the least. However, that annoyance became a legitimate worry as something almost like a dark cloud appeared on the horizon. Meesei was seated in front of her tent, nearby to most of her pack, as well as Gallus when Ra'jorr came running by in front of them.

"Champion, everyone needs to get into their tents immediately. This one has already been spreading the word. It appears there may be a sandstorm approaching." Ra'jorr explained, though he continued on in a hurry as soon as his message was delivered. 

Meesei closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. "Gallus, I do not know which of the divines has dominion over the weather, but I have a strong suspicion they are mocking me."