Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160730151951

They continue through the wasteland, the cold wind biting. He pulls out a scarf and wraps it around his neck.

"In this case, I've already discovered it.  I just need to get to the bottom of it." Ibrahim pauses. "And, I...owe it to someone, besides."

The moons light the landscape enough to where Hound can see where they are going. The land is bare, with few rocks and little scrub. It isn't even a sandy desert; the ground is packed, windswept dirt. There couldn't possibly be anything out there.