Sure enough, we just kept walking through the lowly plains, minding nothing but the lone sun. Several birds circled the sky, curiously watching us as we travelled through to a new place to settle. Spots of vegetation struggled to grow as remains trees remained dry and parched. It was clear this place wasn't friendly. It was if as someone left a plant by itself in the windowsill, forgetting to water it as it began receding and wilting. The plains were essentially that, long given up on any sustained rain and fair weather. This was near-barren, not much activity going on aside from the occasional wolf sitting and yawning at us. We could definitely feel the heat from the sun, waving air into our faces and a few even taking moments to sit before catching up with the rest of us. I wanted to sit, but considering that I was now a part of this it would be quite odd for me not to assist others. As if I wanted to.
No one seemed to mind walking through such a deserted and arid land, as if they had been through worse (which we have). Though, I couldn't say that everyone was content on leaving a supposedly permanent village. We left behind frames of our buildings and our dreams of settlement. That grey dust was supposedly getting to us sooner or later, but I really didn't think we'd have to move... right? I was pretty disappointed with the way that turned out. Robert and everyone else in our party seemed to look as grim, unable to fully rest and relax like so many others in our village. I already felt tired from fighting a guard, who was likely in a stretcher and further ahead of us - hopefully I didn't get recognised by him.
Anyway, the only reason why I've joined Robert's party is to avoid capture (by being credible and... 'reformed'), while also seeking some revenge for our old home. Too bad it'll be in vain considering we'll just keep moving and moving, until of course we happen to meet... bandits? War tribes? Grey dust at the other end of the world once everything else has been taken?
Robert wasn't very happy when he told me his name, and I could certainly feel his disdain for something. Regardless, I didn't think too much of it and decided not to press on it, preferring to get along with others for my own safety. Sure, I was annoyed when the damned mayor told us to make tents for the entire village, calling us 'heroes' as if I'VE done anything remotely good. I haven't of course, it's just that you shouldn't expect me to look out for you.
"Ok. Anyone know how to unfold a tarpaulin, let alone some temporary shelter?" I said, looking around and rather tired.