Walking through the faction Lost Temple desert..

Rifle was walking through the desert, heat beating down on her as she proceeded throughout. She was tired, yes, but she couldn’t exactly rest either. She had to do the Harvest for the True Eye, which she didn’t mind.

Hearing a loud noise behind her, she quickly turns around and points her rifle at the individual; useless, they had armor..

”Who’re ya?!” She growled, stepping back. She wasn’t in the mood for antics.