Azzan gathered his own supplies. Mole-hound or no, the road to Gem was long and in the deep desert. He filled a large satchel with biscuit, jerky, and water. "I still say ya ought to carry beer. It's good at sea, it's good anywhere," he grumbled.<br/><br/>Before long they were on the road. As soon as they were out of sight Azzan took Kamar's pack and shifted to his spirit shape, their supplies safely stowed Elsewhere. He hopped up on Kamar and pointed south along the glass road. "Mew."<br/><br/>Azzan's spirit shape is a simple housecat, calico with a white underbelly, a dusky rust-red back with splotches of black, his tail striped like a fuzzy snake. He curled up around Kamar's shoulders and went to sleep.