As we return to the parched sand fields of Ruba, Miles, as you are resting up and attending to

some of your minor wounds, could you describe your character again for us? Miles is sitting down

at the moment. He's just covered in sand from days of exploring and just in his bushy tail and

every single caveat of his body armor. He's he's dawning a decorated teal and green

shawl with a leather jerican, a puffy white shirt on the outside and is sitting there.

A couple minor scrapes from the ventra so far, but is trying to keep himself together?

Ranoa, could you describe your character again for us? Yes, so Ranoa is a five foot three white

blonde horse with a centaur with long white blonde hair. She has a variety of desert flowers constantly

in bloom embedded in her armor and hair. She's wearing this sort of green leather

leather and scale armor with like this flowing green veil over top,

and she's sort of watching over Miles as he's recovering, clinging to a staff also adorned with

desert flowers. Okay. Lauren, could you describe yourself again? Of course there's six two old

withered man with a large white and pointy brim hat with his whites with tender brown gray hair

sets upon reading through his ginormous wizard tone with the staff of six with a large

crystal on the top of it. He poor suit as long flowing roads kind of keeps him well protected

from the hot sun, but he keeps him naturally bundled at bomb doing the desert nights.

He is pulling through and trying to plan what I think of the best

caisson area to deal with the talented ahead.

Yeah, kneeling in the sand, punch in it, thanks. Stupid bug people.

Is a nearing eight foot tall galife with kind of sand, stony pale skin. Instead of tattoos,

he's got various pieces of cighton and carapace from bugs and kind of kills he's made in the desert

kind of line his eyebrows, symmetrical on both sides, and around his kind of where he would have

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