Brax looking towards the distance he pointed to earlier with his binoculars. As if speaking to the wind so that most of the people in the caravan group could hear, [color=f26522]"We have only five days left of supplies, no watering hole to refill at, we are at the mercy of these harsh elements, we have kids and maybe ill and injured folks with us, and we are exposed to bandits and mutie attack, and whatever else the wasteland throws at us. I think I'll lighten up once we get to sanctuary."[/color] He continues to look through his binoculars in all direction then says, [color=f26522]I don't see any potential dangers, although it's hard to be certain with all this sand blowing everywhere. We should get moving to that location we identified earlier. Let's get out of here!"[/color] Brax's clothes and gear had sand almost everywhere. He tries to dust some of it off the top part of his face as he starts walking forward gripping his binoculars firmly as if the sandstorm would try to take it away from him.