Trest sighed and continued to lead the camel.
"Let's just say I've done a lot of traveling," he grumbled, though as his eyes took in the caravan moving before them, he sighed. "This is going to be a very, very long trip."
The hours went by, and finally the entire place settled in for the night. A fire was lit and tents erected, though with a growing wind coming from the West, the men found some of themselves without a tent anymore as the winds up and took them away. Trest shook his head, keeping their own tent down and going outside to get a face full of sad as he went to renail the spikes back into the ground. He'd have to do this a dozen more times before morning, but at least it would give the pair some reprieve from the nasty sand storm settling in.
Peering over at Lyr, he gave a sigh and noticed their small fire was going out as he brushed away at all fo the sand clinging to his face and hair. He even gave a good scratch to his arm pit and back- Damn this sand was itchy and sticking to him all over!
"Keep stoking the fire. We can't let it go out, or we'll be eating raw food tonight. I bought some fresh meat from one of the other men, so if you wouldn't mind, I'd prefer to eat my rabbit cooked tonight, not raw."