"Move, you stupid beast! Move!" Thrax lightly kicked the side of the animal he was sitting on, but strangely, the creature didn't react one bit. It just kept walking at the same pace as before.
He rubbed his forehead to calm himself down and turned to look at Klea. "Dammit, Klea, this beast is moving too slowly! Why can't we just use horses here?" He grumbled. The uncomfortable seat, coupled with the sandy roads, did not do wonders for his still burning temper.
"Yeah, sure," Klea rolled her eyes. "Try it, let's see how long horses can last in the desert."
The group took the camels from Egypt to pass through the Sinai Desert. During the long, slow ride, the yellow sea of sands and the golden rays of sunlight provided them with an unique, beautiful sight.
"Alright, alright, I get it." Thrax sighed. "It's just that, this beast is moving too slowly. How long will it be until we reach the next stop?"
"Four days, give or take." Klea answered.
