"Too...warm..."

Julius stopped to lean against the thick trunk of a tree, brushing low lying vines out of his face.  The air was thick and cloying and he was already sodden in sweat, the only relief coming from his small canteen which he had recently enchanted to keep its contents cool.  There were plenty of water sources here but the water was always horribly warm and tasted foetid; the water from rainfall tasted much purer and the canteen helped keep his temperature down but despite that he was still incredibly uncomfortable.

What was meant to have been a short cut, and also a rare chance to find some slightly rarer commodities for his endless tinkering (he had had a thought about harvesting some herbs an alchemist had mentioned to him a few years ago and applying engineering and enchanting practices to the mix as an experiment) had turned out to be a week long trek through an apparently endless jungle.  Every morning he would climb to the top of a tree, using the scythe in his backpack, and try and look for the end of this maze but the low mists that always shrouded the place in the cooler dawn limited his length of vision considerably.

Thankfully the sun was his guide and he could make progress comfortable in the knowledge he was at least going in the right direction.  He'd made that mistake once or twice before.