#2 That evening and the next day...

And it was freaking hot. Thorsan was sweating like an addict going cold turkey. Mmm. Turkey.

"The Gates of Sule curse ye who enter unbidden."

[Kass you've been with the party, just silent up til this point. And you've traveled with the party before. There's also a distinct lack of trees, being a desert.]

[[Oh, I thought I was supposed to enter here, misunderstood earlier instructions]]
Galatea just watches as everyone else prepares to settle in or ponders the translation. She pulls something from her pocket, a small ring with an almost indecipherable enscription, and slowly runs her thumb on it before putting it back. "Curse", she thinks, stifling a laugh before she starts practicing her swordplay.

[Heard that.]

It all seemed very little to get excited about, but Zacklun figured that pillars were preferable to the heat, sand, and random gas erupting from the camels. His interest did perk a bit when he heard "curse". That meant something fun and interesting was ahead.
"Phooey! They always say something like that when they want people to stay away. 'Ye shall not enter tha gates lest ye face the curse and wrath of King Puplewup', but what they are really saying is that there is loads of cool stuff that the old king doesn't really need anymore cause he is all dead. Treasure, money, new things for Thorsan to chop up, and who knows what else." His grin was going from ear to ear, hopefully this wasn't any old and boring tower filled with musty and dusty books.
Zacklun looked around, "Though, I'm not sure what they are cursing.. the sand? There isn't much else around here.". He had also discovered that camel ass and sand was a decided step down from horse ass and sand.
"I think we should definitely look around a bit, perhaps one of us head out a wee bit in each direction? I'll take that direction." he points through the gap made by the two leaning pillars. He slid gracefully down off the camel and got his bow ready with a war arrow. "Lone scouts are better than large groups and if we head out in different directions we can spot more stuff." Zacklun had to occasionally tell himself to use their logic, as dull as it might be, simply saying, 'let us do the thing!', seemed to rarely work.

{if we do head out, Zacklun will move off a short ways to find a decent sized dune to hide behind. Once there he will finger his dagger, turn invis, shape change back to his natural form and will scout from the air using observation. He will then return at the appointed time, again finding a large dune, shape changing into human, and then become visible while fingering his dagger.}