Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-25808351-20160730175800

Everything becomes quiet, an awkward silence fill the air as travel. Small gusts of wind and the horse hooves to the dry earth. I pull out my cigar pack, only two left. {Well shit, better make these count.} Tucking them back into my pocket, I turn my attention to the horizon and all that surrounds us. Scanning, observing everything and anything. Can never be to sure in such environments. I've spent a lot of time in the desert, work tends to have travel quite a bit. But thieves and scoundrels of all kinds like to pray on those foolish enough to wander the desert at night. However, here it's strange. I can tell there's nobody out here, not even animals or indigenous Mamono are around. What is this place? Could we be going to the ruins that hold the Glyph?