With the smoldering heat of the sun beating down your back, and the familiar hotness of the hot sand beneath your feet, it was pretty clear that you were determined to find a sacred tomb. Whether it was here, or on the other side of the globe, you didn't care.

After finding a temple out in the blistering heat, it's pillars the same shade of the rough texture of the sand, you took a quick break from the hot sand and the harsh sun under the shade. So lucky to be in the lap of lady luck while you were at it, able to find a place to rest your tired feet and aching body without having to worry about anything.

But, that bliss would soon turn into a painful annoyance.

A few scavengers were looking for the same things you were after, but not for a good reason. More so of petty theft and wanting some sort of recognition for their "art". And if you didn't know any better, you thought they would've been doing something good.

But you were lucky this time if Sloan hadn't come, the familiar figure of their imposing body standing tall and looming over the thieves. The sharp glare they were giving them enough to make them scramble and flee. Sloan sighed, turning their head and meeting your gaze, their eyes softening.