Save for some arrows and their bows, the desert punks didn't have a whole lot on them. Niraya decided to take the arrows, her own bow more than superior to the ones the punks had. The rest she left to the desert.<br/><br/>Niraya took a long moment to admire the sky the setting sun painted; there was something inherently more beautiful about the sun dipping down into the horizon in such a desolate environment. She didn't linger though. The smothering heat of the afternoon sun had been swiftly replaced with a cold she only found comparable to Canis winters. Niraya was hardly dressed for such an occasion and it confounded her how it could suddenly be so cold in a place that threatened to steam the wolf in her armor. Her coat of fur did hardly anything to shield her and the warrior found herself shivering more and more as the sun steadily disappeared.<br/><br/>In the distance though, Niraya spotted something...peculiar. She took off running to investigate, anything to keep the warmth circulating within her body. The warrior eyed the piece of paper, a string attached to the end and extending beneath the sand dune. Odd, she thought. Without suspecting anything too much, the warrior decided to grab the piece of paper and take a closer look at it.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">27 arrows added to inventory!</div></div>