Niala walked across the barons, the sweltering sun beating down on her mercilessly. She groans, wiping her brow of sweat. "By Alune, this truly is a forsaken place. How can anything  survive here?" She sighs as she takes out a flask of water and takes a drink. She pressed her hand to her robe. The fabric shimmered before becoming white with a black accent. "Ah, that should help a bit." She said as she continued her trek across the desert.