Cludge Slatefist, Fighter 3 (HP:34 AC:15)
A week earlier: Cludge: What's a camel? *pause* Egad, we ride that? Looks like a horse what et a other horse. Then got beat wit' a ugly stick. Right, then I'll call ya Ugly.
After Day 1 in the desert: Cludge staggers into the camp area, sweating and pale, where he is not burnt. Gasping, he flops to the ground and drains his waterskin.
Connie, he says, I learnt somethin' taday - the desert ain't no place fer a dwarf from under tha mountain.
He leans in toward Conuld and says in whisper clearly loud enough for all to hear: Say, lad, if ye got any o' them magicks what makes people stick out the heat better, mebbe I could use one o' them after all. Jus' don' tell nobody.
OOC: Cludge does indeed have a blanket.