[i]"Gods, the heat,"[/i] 

A seemingly exhausted Excel trudged through the harsh desert. He was better off than most; Being well endowed before he’d left, he’d been on his small journey for a few weeks and had prepared an abundant amount of food items and water, which of course didn’t last forever. As time went by, his food disappeared he only had one more meal left and a drink to last him through the rest of that day. Just thinking about the fact that he had water with him made him want to consume it.

[b]“I think it’s been long enough,”[/b] Excel sighed, plopping down into the sand. Through the duration of this journey, he’d gotten tired of carrying things and had nearly ditched all of his bags, save for the one he kept his money in. He retrieved his waterskin, squeezing every ounce of water with a firm squeeze to it. He got back onto his feet as he secured the waterskin back into his money pouch, although it was a bit of a tight fit. Excel was out of water now, and he needed to arrive at Plegia quickly. He’d no idea where his former master had gone, but, he did recall the Myrmidon having origins at the desertous area.

Something caught his eye. He quickly shifted his gaze, spotting a dark haired woman who was running towards nothing that he could see. [i]Where’s she going? Maybe I can buy food off of her,[/i] Excel was rarely ever in the mood to run, but, if this woman had something to drink, he needed it. Excel took off after the woman, his bronze sword smacking against his leg as he headed towards her. At the angle that he’d come at her, he’d show up from her side. 

[b]”Hey, lady!”[/b] Excel shouted, speeding up so that he could catch up. He straightened his scarf once he’d arrived at her, provided that she had noticed him. [b]”I was wondering if you had anything to drink?”[/b]