(OOC: Closed to Xilen and I for now.)
Dusty, dirty, hot. The thought of thirst flickered faintly across the minds all the beings in the wagon train. Water was not something taken lightly, or something given to, the others.
Twelve wagons rumbled down a stretch of road, headed for a hell that normal people didn’t go to willingly. Twelve wagons, twenty-four oxen, one hundred and twenty men, and ten water skins; dire straits for ...