Kalina’s eyes brightened as she saw Brandt come back to himself, pleased to see that he was not dead. However, there was a delirium about him that worried her. Her head was spinning slightly, the running in the heat finally catching up with her. She was happy that all she had to do was point and he got her meaning, because she honestly didn’t know if she could even talk with how dry her throat was. 

Trudging along behind Brandt was extremely difficult, every step felt like she was about to collapse. Kalina did not say a word, though, she preferred to suffer in silence. [i]Praise the Gods[/i] she thought as the town came into view. 

“There” she nearly whispered, “up ahead.” Her heart fluttered, but whether it was from being elated they were so close or because she was about to faint, she couldn’t say. 

Once they finally reached the town, Kalina walked past Brandt to lead, mainly to slow his pace. The main street was fairly crowded today, a few heads turning and taking notice of them, but most continuing to go about their business. Carts lined the streets filled with fruits, meats, jewels, weaponry….pretty much everything but water. Kalina didn’t think it possible, but her mouth began to water, which made her mouth feel like cotton. She turned back to look at Brandt and gave him a brief smile, then turned back to try to look ahead of the crowds. 

As she scanned ahead she noticed a few blocks away there was a group of men with swords waving around in the air, yelling something she couldn’t quite understand from where they stood. [i]Strange[/i] she thought, [i]apparently someone is in a bit of trouble [/i]. It didn’t concern them, however, and she noticed the sign for the town tavern. She turned back around to Brandt and pointed to the sign. “Water,” she said, smiling, and with that grabbed his hand and pulled him along towards the tavern.