<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/DelverEisa.jpg)<br/><strong>Eisa </strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Human   <strong>Class:</strong> Cleric   <strong>HP</strong>: 17/17<hr/> </div></div><hr/><br/>Phelypsis' eyes were so good at catching details, there were quite a number of interesting rock formations in the area they were travelling through, though a good many of them were likely long forgotten effigies of what the pair thought they looked like worn away by time and the elements, there were also a few natural formations which were sculpted by nature in the same manner. Eisa didn't speak much as they travelled except to either answer something one of the others in the group said as there was precious little moisture in this land and she would rather keep it inside her than have it be burned by the sun out of her mouth, or to caution against too great a water intake. Little sips now and again were much better than long gulps - though the latter would feel good for now it would cause their supplies to dwindle and their bodies to pass it without taking enough of its goodness. It was more or less the main reason why she kept her distance from the Godlike, afraid that getting too close to Nuria would cause their supplies to turn to steam and waft away in the desert winds. No offence to her though, of course.<br/><br/>The dancer was a little surprised when the Andra came back with reports of foes lying in wait for them so quickly. Mocha hands gripped the staff she carries around with her tightly. She was ill used to actual combat, preferring to take a back seat and aid allies. "If you're sure we can," she said, "I trust your judgement on what we can handle and those mounts sound like they would be useful to us."