"Map or not, we can't travel in this storm", Orean called out. He was busy making sure the buckles on his left sleave were tight. The leather clad drifter made sure his left gloave was set as well.<br/><br/>There was talk of eating and soup, which would be welcome considering how little he had today. However anyone who could cook in a sandstorm like this was a goddess. He expected to go hungry tonight. The sand made it hard to see and hear, but he was sure that Maude was one of the first volunteers for watch. He didn't catch the other's name.<br/><br/>As it stood, Orean was trying to tell who was staying, who was lying, and hhow many youngbloods were going to be dumb enough to try and run off.