The weather in the Earth Elemental Plane was quite unpleasant. At least one-third of each day would be spent amid sandstorms where nothing could be seen. The rather terrifying sounds of the sandstorms could be heard even in our underground caves.
Of course, we had the ability to go out even in such weather, but many things would be impossible to accomplish outside; it was more effective to remain at camp and save our energy. There were many things to be done at camp as well.
Some of us were adapting to the environment, some were polishing their swords, some simply slept, and someone had long since lost their patience.
"Ahhh! This is so frustrating; when will this annoying sandstorm finally stop? The heavy smell of earth in this plane makes me want to vomit; let's hurry up and kill off Emordilorcan and go home already. Camdian, are you still not finished with your preparations? Are you still as weak and cowardly as always?"
