IC: Spire in the Sand

[Apoc Golem]

Randall eyed the man sidelong and adjusted his hood and face wrappings. The last thing he wanted was a blast of sand in his mouth--he was dehydrated enough. His horse nickered and skittered sideways as the sands kicked up. He didn't bother to pat the horse to try and calm him down. His touch only seemed to frighten the beast. It had been a monstrous headache just finding a horse that would carry him; most shied away from him, and a few had screamed and bolted. He grumbled and dug his heels in, deciding to use a firm hand to lead the creature instead of a gentle one. The damn thing didn't like him anyway.

He wiggled his waterskin. He hoped there was enough to make the trek; the tower was so large it was impossible for him to gauge the distance. His eyesight had never been particularly keen in the first place. With a small sigh, he followed Arron toward the looming black mass.