Dorisma followed up with knowing how to get back to the infection, with Robert being somewhat flabbergasted as we started to follow. I myself was shocked at the prospect of tackling the dust by ourselves, as if we were big damn heroes or something. Ultimately, I didn't question it, and we couldn't really hire/convince others to come with us.

As we walked, I realised just how hot the desert was, feeling like there was a relaxing sauna under my fur-lined coat, which seemed to have a couple more scratches than usual. I would imagine if anyone else was going to wear it, they would be absolutely drenched and parched with sweat.

Said warmth wasn't going to put my guard down though. I flicked a knife at the glint at the corner of my eye, using one of the newer dragonsteel knives. Apparently I let my guard down anyway, noticing a second later Deravan's struggle and slicing at... a cactus? Well, there are stranger things in this world, I guess. That thing let off a ear-piercing scream, and that was BEFORE Deravan had penetrated the thing - my knife followed through, leaving that familiar trail of green that smashed the air and embedded itself in the cactus' chest, before reappearing in my outstretched palm. Seemed as if it wasn't a property of the dragonsteel as the cactus was forced a metre back of so, not before being surrounded in a small circle of fire. "Alright, I didn't expect something to be there, let alone hit it!"