249- On the Run Pt.1

Chandea, Year of Severus, 21st, I.R., the 90th day of Spring, Somewhere in the Great Dunes

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Ghwynmyr woke up in the middle of the night. The cold, unforgiving dessert air bore into his bones, and it was irritating. It has been a while since he some good night's rest. After almost a combined total of 3 weeks of crossing the desert, the dwarf just wanted to sleep in uninterrupted inside a tent and worry about his dinner.

Unfortunately, that day had to wait. Ghwynmyr picked up his blanket in the sand but made sure that there were no sand scorpions and other creepy crawlies that might have hidden in his curled blanket. After a few shakes, he stood up covered himself with the blanket and closed his eyes.