"What's wrong with him? Truen asked and Bob morphed back to his humanoid form, gasping for air. That was way too close for comfort. A little later and they would be buried beneath the sand. Who knew that sandstorms were so common in the desert? They barely made any progress in their journey and already, this was the second time they had to hide from it.
"I don't really know," Bob admitted. "When I found him, he was staring into blank space. It must be some sort of trap triggered upon his arrival. I sense some very strong and rather ancient magic coming from the ruins, it's almost nostalgic to the old war when dragons were hunted."
