"There is a cure for everything", Emilia muttered, as she listened carefully to the two strangers. It appeared as if they were really an adventurous pair. They did not have the same air to them. Like a murderer has the blood of innocents on his hands, every person has it's inner self painted across their body. What the firekeeper saw in them was light and hope. Something she rarely saw in men and women from the lands she had traveled. Before she could say anything, she took a step in soft sands. Desert. Vast oceans of sand.

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"The Foul Springs..." The swordswoman could not believe her eyes. The cliff they had climbed down led them to a vast expanse of sand. Occasionally, the landscape was stirred by rock formations that spiked out of the ground. The wind that blew across the area was grinding sand in each crevice. The sun's light was naught but a faint glitter in the fog of sands that seemed to cover the sky.

"We might need more than strength to venture forth." Emilia looked at her companions. The cover of her helmet dropped down and hid her face behind a bulk of iron and leather. It did stop the wind from blowing sand into her face, but she was spared the scratching pain of the grains digging into her flesh.