Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20141201085902/@comment-933831-20150118080310

Zephesto drifted through the sands, hovering only a few feet above the ground. The wind was strong, kicking up sand and reducing visibility. Even still, there were tracks just outside the cave that proved they had come from the west. So, he'd check their camp. He'd done it several times before, as they usually had food and supplies he could use to avoid towns more.

Eventually, the camp came into view, and so he drew closer. But he froze as he saw movement. Had they left someone back here to watch the camp...? No, Huntsman squads were always four people... Not risking speaking yet, he brought out his weapon, firing an explosive shot just beside the camp to get their attention.