<div class="floatright">(http://www.marvunapp.com/Appendix5/marauder_teamam2.jpg)</div>Dauskin actually *had* been dozing off. He couldnt have cared less for the prophecy save that it got him away from the tribe. That Tanvi was with him was rather nice as well, though he never voiced the thoughts he had of them together entwined. He thought she was crazy for keeping the search through the noon day inferno. Anymore of this and he'd go sun crazy.<br/><br/>Something happened in this light forsaken desert, he agreed with Tanvi on. There was some battle here, ages gone. But the scale of it was immense! The weapons that had to have been used were unbelievable. Like the stories the old hag told of Angels. With a swath of their swords, they would sunder a hundred foes and their divine wings would bring them high to smash their foes in a fell swoop. He knew she had to be full of it when she said that man used to work together with the angels.<br/><br/>Dauskin was jolted from his inner thoughts when the blasted lizard took off toward some shimmering mass in the distance. It was all he could do to hold and not be pitched into the glassed sand. When the beast was upon the hulking men it perched and puffed, so proud of itself.<br/><br/>He adjusted the obsidian lensed goggles he used to block most of the sun's rays from his eyes and gave a grunt of dissatisfaction. Tossing down the waterskin he spoke, "You sure these are the giants that ol' hag was talkin' 'bout? Sure they're big, but she said giant," He emphasized the word with outstretched arms. "Still... it would get us back to that festival you keep talkin' 'bout if they were them."