Arthur and the group soon reached the people gathered and listened to the conversations ringing out in their ears.
"Another sand storm? Based on the routine there's not supposed to be any sand storm around this time."
Listening to his words, the others were amused as they stared at the far-off distance.
Arthur lowered his gaze and they noticed something that seemed like a cloud of dust.
It scattered about in all directions and made the place extremely blurry. Arthur couldn't see what was beyond the sand mist.
Aella came down from her horse and approached the group of merchants who numbered up to thirty.
"Hello, gentlemen. Can I please know what the problem is?"
Hearing the sultry female voice that seemed like a spring breeze in this hot desert, the men turned in her direction, their faces breaking out into warm smiles.
One of them immediately answered her question without much hesitation.
He pointed at the cloud of dust and sighed.
