Bikanel: A mercenary's sandbox (Open)

Tonor sighed to himself in the cold desert night, being on guard duty again really bored him. He found himself drawling symbols in the sand with the tip of his blade, feeling like a kid with a stick doodling in the dirt. He really didn't understand why he took up this job; it was frustrating being in Bikanel, even worse, with a bunch of crazy treasure hunters. Though, they paid him largely ever day he stuck around. Though he was doing this for three days in the desert, having his bag full of riches still was a pain for every fiend that came by to harm them.

The treasure hunters, Vina and her silent partner, Akili were fast asleep in the tents they had brought with them. Tonor was quite glad he had to carry little then what he had, although he offered possibly to many times to help with the equipment, Akili refused him everything and continued to carry it all in the oddly made backpack that was over stuffed. Akili was much taller than Tonor, built and had what seemed to be never ending endurance with caring all of that camping equipment, water, food, and some odd digging tools that Vina seemed to be over protective about. Constantly reminding Akili to be careful in what Tonor thought, the most annoying time in day. Going up a large sand hill Vina nearly lost it when Akili lost his balanced and nearly tumbled down with all the equipment. Tonor had to help him the rest of the way up, it was not a fun day for either of them.

Tonor turned to the camp fire, made by the spare resources his payers brought with them. He took a seat in front of the camp fire, laying his Sword in the sand next to him. He watched the flames for a while deep in thought. It was gravely dark around the camp. Though he was not worried about the fire going out, after all his armor would keep them light if anything went wrong tonight. He felt uneasy though, he didn't understand what could be out here that was so valuable, sure there are ruins here and there but, Vina seemed to be more crazy than determined with the landscape throwing them back and forth in the travels. He was more worried on if they have enough food and water to last how long they wanted to be out here.

Tonor was a last minute to Vina and Akili's plans. Before this all happened, Vina found Tonor on the high roads toward Luca, she stopped him and politely asked if he was any good in protection. Tonor gave a warm smile and took her hand shaking it and replying with a yes, explaining he was mercenary and protection was his strong suit. With that, they both settled the terms to and Tonor followed Vina and Akili out to Bikanel. He was beginning to regret ever setting foot on the desert island.

Tonor got up after his long thinking, having a plan in his mind if his worries come true. He turned and went to his own tent, an extra they had in case one of the other tent were unusable ended up to be his. He opened it up and took out his Journal. He then took a seat back at the fire, flipped on his armor's red light, and opened it up to read over his entry's. As he was he began to here Vina’s snoring and sighed again. As patient as he was he could not deal with three days of non-stop heat and cold and Vina has gotten on his nerves. “I hope they find what there looking for soon” he said to himself.