Becka

Becka looked sideways in disbelief at Bazir and then back at one of the picked over corpses.

"The price of peace seems a little too high.." she comments dryly. Becka returned to stretching her legs.

She pulled a boot off and drained some sand out of it. The winds of the desert blew even more sand into her empty boot.

Becka coughed for the millionth time. "Could really use a rain storm about now."