Nomis, unlike his unfortunate companion, didn't complain much for the weather, or the ride, or the blabbing dwarf. Actually, he didn't seem to have much to say for himself either. Leaving a lot to be desired with his short excuse of communication.

That didn't make the environment, sin, or the dwarf any less annoying, but it was not his problem, others and the weather weren't things in his control for the task at hand.
As he was ready to leave the wagon he found himself amused how Sin, in his view, practically stormed out of it on the first chance she got.
Surprising himself, with time with the dwarf and the guards he found himself glad that Sin was up to take the challenge of conversation. Himself adding only bits here and there.

He stretched once he got out himself, revealing his broad shoulders, his pale skin finally seeing proper sun, he gave himself a pause to take a breath. Most of himself was covered from head to toe with his sand silk, pockets all around the conveniently hidden locations to fetch any small suprise weapons from. On his backpack, he had the rest.
Nomis closed his bronze eyes to not get attacked by the sun's rays. His soft facial features bearing it. ****, it was hot. His long hair in a bun didn't make things any better.