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Haze walked on the hot desert sand, her feet were baking through her sandles. " How long?", said Elanore. " It's hot!", said Haze, to consumed in her own personal flames of hell to answer. Elanore's beak was open, moving around the word 'goodbye', and her feathers were drooping terribly. Finally, Haze saw a small village in the distance. She could only imagine sitting in the shade of a cool clay building. Shelter and civilization were very, very close. As Haze stepped into the small town, she whispered, " Well we're definetly in the Wilt'no Desert. " "It's hot," Elanore repeated. "Suck it up, that was just the 10 foot walk from the car."

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Haze walked toward the first shop as fast as she could without throwing Elanore off her shoulder. She walked in. The place smelled strongly of alchohol and vomit. For the first time she walked into the room she surveyed her surroundings. The biggest stand out was a sign that said,"SALOON. Haze immediatley wipped around and ran across the street. Once she was inside the small bakery, she looked across the road sheepishly. From what she could see the bar had been packed. "Did they notice me?", she thought. She could here the slurred arguements of drunks across the street. She shuddered, remembering the men she had bought Elanore from. Elanore had flown onto a table in the bakery, and was resting in the shade. Haze took when last peek out of the door, and then sat down with Elanore.[/b]