Julien groaned as the sun beat down on him. God how he hated the heat. Plus the sweat was nasty and his skin burns easy.
"I swear," Julien gasped, lifting his hat up to wipe his brow, "this is the last time I travel out here."
Julien was finishing yet another job. A young man was sent to work in Connoth for some nobles. He hired Julien to give a wedding gift for his bride. Julien was always a sucker for young love. He even gave the young man a discount.
Julien started down a hill and saw some rocks. He made a beeline to it, sanding in the shade. Julien had long since gotten rid of his shirt, his scars glistening, strikingly white compared to his burnt skin. I'm definitely going to feel that he thought, looking down at his chest. He set down his luggage and pulled out his waterskin and drank some of it, sighing in satisfaction.
Julien looked around and paused. There was something out there that was kicking up dust. Julien squinted and raised a hand, trying to see what the odd shape was...