Harper looked up as far as he could at the ancient ruins before him without scorching his eyes or blistering them with sand. It was a rather dangerous time to be out in the desert, and even if he didn't want to go into the ruins, he had to take refuge in them. This weather was getting dangerous. His flygon, Sebek , didn't seem to mind much and was protecting his trainer from as much of the sand and sun as he could. "Hehheh...I think we should take a break, Sebs. Hopefully this ruins isn't inhabited by hostiles and traps." The flygon was first to go into the entrance, flying around and searching for traps. Once he felt the coast was clear, he beckoned for his trainer to follow.