<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">A wind storm started up – forcing the Drifters into camp. Not saying a word, Maude pursed her lips at the leader's loss of the map. She felt such behavior was a sign of incompetence. These opinions, if voiced, would not positively effect the journey, so not a word was said. <br/><br/>Instead, Maude quietly listened to the men make plans for the night. The group's plans for the evening were practical. Illustrating that all of them were used to travel and accustomed to Filgaia's many dangers. Given that the wind was picking up, causing the party to be almost overcome in a flurry of sand, Maude agreed with suggestion that it was better to have more than one person on watch. She didn't want to wake up robbed of all her belongings with one of her new companions gone. <br/><br/>Looking over to her travel companions, Maude spoke up, “I'll take first watch as well. When the storm settles down, I can look for edible plants and small or salvageable animals. I used to work at an inn . . . I'm a pretty good cook.” Her voice was pleasant and welcoming. For the briefest of moments Maude thought back to working at the inn with her family. She naturally fell into the role of caretaker of those wearied by travel, as much as it irked her to do so.<br/><br/>Following suit of the Drifter's around her, the young woman tied a scrap of fabric around the bottom half of her face – not wanting to ingest a large amount of sand. Though without goggles, Maude wasn't entirely worried. She'd seen worse. <br/><br/>The sandstorm was breathtaking. Though dangerous, there was a certain beauty in a desert's dangers. It submitted to no one. It was both a fatal and wonderful thing to observe. However, given their current situation, Maude felt an ever increasing discomfort at the sandstorm and her predicament. <br/><br/>Wanting her feelings of discomfort to be settled, Maude called out to the party, “So, we lost the map. I hope one of you knows how to make it to Port Rose. I'm unfamiliar with this area, sadly.” Realizing that her words could be taken as entirely too blunt, Maude attempted to shoot a sympathetic smile to Amos and his long gone map. </span>