<div class="floatright">(https://farm8.static.flickr.com/7673/26911334061_6664baacfa_b.jpg)</div>Sir Pallam Rem (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1350847)<br/><sub>HP: 52/52, AC: 18, Perception: 0</sub><br/><br/>It did not bode well that the knight should know so little about the desert environment.  Otherwise, he might have taken the severity and abnormality of the present sandstorm more seriously.  But the knight developed a healthy respect for it once the wind picked up, sending insignificant granules smattering across his restive face.<br/><br/>"What the deuce," he muttered under his breath, "it is like ten score needles prattling along my cheek!"<br/><br/>Willem hurried to his master, taking him by the arm and dragging him down the dune.  The lad knew that his master was stubborn to the bone, the sort to fight his way through adversity or grin and bare it.  He knew that the knight had half a mind to simply kneel there and wait the storm out to "challenge" himself.<br/><br/>"Come, sir," Willem said, half mortified by their misfortune.  "We can wait out the storm underneath the wagon."<br/><br/>With that, the pair rushed down the dune and towards the caravan--the knight the slower of the two.<br/><br/>OOC:<br/><br/>Fortitude Save:<br/><br/>Roll Result: PhantomPistoleer rolled: 1d20, adding 11 to the total<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 13,<br/>Total: 24<br/><br/>The paladin is a tough cookie!<br/>