[Center][h1]Airdan Valtumal[/h1][/center]

The equine snorted the dry air into its lungs, feeling its coarse heat by the tip of its hairs and trampled the sands uncomfortably while its rider shaded his amethyst eyes with leather covered hands looking farther into the desert's seemingly-never-ending course. He too snorted the dry air and felt its coarse heat by the tip of his hairs. It didn't help that he was pale and sweating heavily underneath the hooded garments he had donned. The saddle of the equine contained empty waterskins... Obvious that he had traversed the deserts for more than a day and found little signs of direction for where he needs to go. All he knew was the direction he came from amd that he needed to go the opposite way. "Ssshhh..." He stroked the mane of the horse as it gently calmed down. "Not long to go. We've been at it for days, Ecros should be near."

The two continued to travel at a normal pace, drinking few gulps of water as they traversed the desert eerily alone. Not a single soul could be seen across the vast sands. The sword was uncomfortably sitting in the scabbard. It moved and grooved along his waist as if it too was begging for a bit of water to cool itself down; though he didn't. The air was still coarse, felt by the tips of their hair.

Finally! As a sigh of his deepest relief, he was able to see Ecros. Or at least, what's left of it. The equine felt the relief it needed as well, hearing its rider squee happily it picked up its pace into a small gallop and circled towards the entrance of the town-- deserted. No guards or any gatekeepers. He was reminded of the coarse heat that he felt by the tip of of his hair. The shimmering sun that penetrates the skin and dries the eyes. Nobody would want to be barbecued by the sun. At least not in Ecros. He passed the main entrance and gently rode himself towards the nearest saloon where he quickly dismounted and landed with both boots kicking a dust cloud, dirtying the elegant elven craftsmanship and threw the rains over a pole with a trough filled with water. Or so he thought.

He pushed open the saloon doors and darted quickly and jolly to the bar bearing a grin and a puch filled with coin. "Bartender! Hurry and bring forth cold ale! Tis a day to celebrate the ridiculous travels of one to arrive here in Ecros!" He sat by the stool nearby and turned his back to see the people around him; weathered and tanned in appearance with some wearing very light and white attire. He threw down his dark green hood to reveal pointed ears and thoroughly wet with sweat and greased raven hair; features typical of an elf among the midst of solarians. The people's eyes scowled at him as talk begins to arouse. Of him, or his kind.