"It's probably not the worst place to be." Deen pondered out loud.
"Compared to Ashland? No." Edward agreed.
The two sat next to a couple of larger rocks where they decided to camp for the night. The place gave them partial natural protection and if dreadtalons attacked, at least they didn't need to watch their backs.
During the past days they tried to rush through this barren region, but after spending a year in Ashland they wouldn't become depressed even if they had to live here. It was just tiring.
Munching on the last pieces of the dried bread he still had, Deen said, "We're lucky she tries to take care of us."
"Lucky?" Edward repeated, deep in thought, "I don't think so."
"What do you mean? Among the outer disciples we're probably the oldest people who were allowed to come!" Deen said, "And I'm surely the only elemental warrior among them!"
"That part is correct." Edward agreed, "That's why I feel there is something wrong with the whole situation."
