Wiping sweat from his brow, Dafaden peers out from underneath the shelter of his tent. Even though it has been years since the calamity hit, the dwarf has not gotten used to the heat and feels he never will. Daf isn't the prettiest of sites either, shabby old armor and only half a beard which looks as if it hasn't been cleaned in a long time. His tent was no better, looking more like an old bed sheet held up with an old dead tree. what does a dwarf know about building a tent anyway? Up until a few years ago when the calamity hit,Dafaden had always lived underground, in the nice, cool, dampness of the rock. Dafaden has been casually sharpening his pickaxe, for as soon as the sun goes down, he is searching for water. While the others look above ground, Daf has decided to stick to what he knows best, mining. Perhaps there is a spring buried within this rock formation!