Losing Track

After another two days' worth of traveling, we had finally come across a great desert.

"We've arrived, welcome to the Lost Lands Marina."

The Sandy winds pelted our faces and stung our eyes we pulled masks on our faces to protect ourselves from the sand. We were both dehydrated and tired from the endless march.

"So, uh Adrian, um the sage can be found here?"

I ignored Marina; I was too busy focusing on a more important task. One that would save our lives.

"A hundred and fifty-six, a hundred and fifty-seven, a hundred and fifty-eight," I mumbled to myself with each step.

"My Lord, what are you saying?"

"Marina! How many times must I say don't call me... Oh no, I lost count!"