The first hour or so out on the Westersand - an area more rock and clay than sand, but covered in a heavy layer of stuff nonetheless - is relatively uneventful. A few cactus-like creatures skitter across their path. Once or twice, something that looks like a burlap sack with a large, grinning tomato for a head gets too close and is shot down by an archer.
Sherral brings his chocobo alongside Jay's after a while, glancing over at him. "Are you dealing with the heat all right?"
Sherral brings his chocobo alongside Jay's after a while, glancing over at him. "Are you dealing with the heat all right?"