Packing goes swiftly, and soon you are on your way. In the noon, as the clouds start gathering over the horizon, you come across a small formation of rocks. Not willing to risk passing the first thing to pass as cover, you set camp and start preparing for the coming storm.
And come it does. The wind throws graves around, pummeling your make-shift shelter. The storm goes on for hours, during which Chendra is covering her ears. Slowly it passes, and everything sounds eerily silent.
Ups! Forgot that I didn't post this a week ago.