[Center]POX[/Center]

[Color=green]"Would you look at that.  The sandstone here is acting as a natural filter.  Thats good to know."[/color]  A chipper voice pipped from deep with the blackened robes of the Apothecary, his lenses glistening green as he seemed to be crawling on the ground to observe the speckles of sand pour and pile.  He wondered if there may be some project in the future, bringing life to this place.  It certainly wasnt the bleakest of place he'd ever seen.  [Color=green]"Oh well, enough about that.  You can never have too many filters."[/color]  Pox gathered a large flask of the crystal clear water and already had his numerous vials and tools ready to go to make the water perfect.

He approached with a large goard of his treated water which now had the slightest taste of lemon to it, strangely.  He set the gourd down and plinked a tap on the rim for others to refill their water skins.  He heard the conversation and his cheery voice chimed.  [Color=green]"Ill take that bet.  He's quite alive."[/color]  He stated happily.  He had no facts to back up that, just hopeless optimism.  [Color=green]"And I hope it's soon, it's quite hot under this bloody thing."[/color]  Pox sighed and crawled into a small little lean too of cloth for a bit of comfortable shade.

He set up his pack here and went through some of his bags until he found a particular pouch, filled with bulbous glowing blue liquid.  He screwed on some strange syringe like attachment and set it to his arm, the needle going through a small brass port.  A moment later, his mask seemed to steam as he breathed, almost as if he was in a cold climate.  [Color=green]"Much better.  Hey everyone, make sure to check for blisters.  It's going to be a long walk.  And walking through sand's like walking through snow."[/color]