The walk into town took another hour, and by the time they passed through the ramshackle wooden gate, the heat was becoming unbearable. “Now that you mention it, perhaps I’d prefer something lighter. “Fast metabolism,” said the thief, patting a belly roughly the size and shape of a watermelon. I honestly don’t know where you put it all.”
“We already had breakfast not two hours ago. She shook her boot, dislodging a fistful of grit before clambering to her feet, still barely coming up to the fighter’s waist. “About time,” grinned the halfling thief from her seat beside the road. From up ahead, a half elf ranger clad in dark red leathers scanned the road ahead from a rise in the ground. The human fighter shifted awkwardly in her chainmail, thinking wistfully about the cool, shady cave where she and her companions had camped the night before. Though midday was still several hours away, the air already seemed to boil. The sun beat down across the arid plains, stretching away into a horizon broken only by stands of withered acacias and the shimmering heat haze.