You continue to follow the sandpole road. Before the first night, you find no oasis. The next day, you do, and you take the opportunity to fill up your various water containers (including the camels).
Despite the excitement of the first week in the desert, the next month is painfully uneventful. The desert stretches on forever, it seems, and still there's no end in sight. Oases are not plentiful, but they come along frequently enough.
Another half month passes, and Shadya begins to worry that she might miss her brother's ceremony. During this time, you pass up a small trading caravan, on its way to Sairundan. They're moving even slower than you are.
[Distance traveled: 2421 + 16*45 = 3141 miles]
[Time: 112 days]
Finally, just before noon on the 113th day, the wavy image of a city appears over the horizon. Shadya recognizes it as Helatia.
OOC: Sairundan is really far away.