Kael looked slightly annoyed at the current situation.
Which was quite a peculiar expression for someone in his position.
At the Fifth beacon this time, next to an oasis, the group had decided that it was best to stay out of each other's way. Group here, were only the old man, the Saharan, and Christy alongside Kael. The trial had dragged them far enough that even breathing in the same direction felt like an accusation, and the beacon's shadow had become the only neutral territory anyone trusted. Beyond it was sand that never stopped moving, and above it was a sky that never cared.
