"Yes, Young Master, that dark cloud could very well bring a torrential downpour," Byron Mason knew the situation here all too well as he urged, "We should get moving - there's a sand cave ahead that will provide shelter from the rain."
"Move out!"
Upon Julion Johnson's command, everyone mounted their camels again and set off across the sea of sand, gracefully proceeding.
At the same time,
the blanket of dark clouds above was drawing ever closer.
The sky had darkened as though plunging early into night.
A wild wind had whipped up, sending the loose, yellow sand into the air, obscuring vision and creating chaos.
Direction was no longer distinguishable—front, back, left, nor right...
Fortunately,
with the bandits here, who roamed the desert and knew its terrain like the back of their hand, they were even more savvy than tour guides!
"Young Master, the downpour is imminent, everyone follow me closely!"
