The figure adjusted their clothes and looked around, and then towards the horizon as a growing sandstorm was approaching. The figure turned and looked at the Runethors left behind, this storm was going to peel their flesh from the bones if they did not help.
The figure paused and then making a decision threw crystalized Aether at the Runethors, the two majestic animals seemed to be intelligent as they nodded at the figure and munched on the Aether Crystals.
A moment later they turned towards the storm and neighed in defiance as brown light blazed from their bodies as they waited for the storm to hit.
With quick steps, the figure entered the building ahead and pushed through the rotating wooden door which was almost falling from its hinges. The place appeared to be a bar but there were no occupants except for a single man whose head was placed on the counter and from the snores emanating from the figure, was deep in sleep.
