Good Days

In the campsite, there were tons of huts. Some where build using the sands themselves. Others used woods and other substances but they were falling apart. The huts themselves were no taller than Mex's kneecaps. Mex checked a few of them and did not find anyone in there.

"This place is deserted." Mex said. Perhaps they were wipe out or taken? That's the thought running in his mind right now.  He turned to Damara. "That might be a bad idea to do, Damara. Last thing anyone wants to happen is running into those body guards." Though, Mex looked at the ground after the footsteps comment. From there, he noticed many small footsteps on the ground. It all seems to be leading to the same direction - the direction of where the black smoke is located deep in the camp.
 
Ross says as Wraith comes back "If we are to fight we should not be dealing with reinforcements but we should travel as a group till we see were that smoke is coming form." Fi Grabs at her Chi swords ready they needed to fight.
 
"Lots of tiny feet... not sure if that's a good sign or not. Either way, let's hurry over there. I don't feel safe bein' out in the open like this." Damara remarked as she attempted fruitlessly to rid herself of making tracks in the ground.
 
"These footsteps must belong to very tiny creatures. They must be rather primitive is they build huts made of sand... However, I suggest we follow these footsteps to reach up with them. They could be in trouble with the law. It would be rather unfortunate for such tiny creatures to suffer. We must hope that we are not too late. These creatures might be crafty, being so small can aid them in hiding." Artic nodded.

She didn't seem to wait for the others and began to follow the footsteps, wondering who, or what, made them.
 
Mex nodded his head in agreement that it seems to came from tiny creatures. He turned to Artic and confused of her walking on her own. "H-hey! We gotta stick together like Ross said! Don't go off on your own!" He shouted at her, but knew that it will fall on deaf ears. "Might as well move ourselves along..." Mex followed.

As Artic traveled, the footsteps became more noticeable. Every time she passed a hut, it looked as if it was damaged in some form. Eventually, the huts were nothing but piles of sand. In addition, an distinct order can be picked up from the black smoke. It was not foul nor favorable. The rise of temperature can be felt. In a few yards of travel, there was a groupings of tiny-creatures that formed a circle surrounding a box that emits black smoke.
 
As Artic continued to move, she fanned herself due to the temperature being too warm for her liking. She noticed the footsteps and finally got to see a group of tiny creatures huddling around. She didn't seem to mind the smell, mostly because her nose was a bit too small to really take anything in. She lowered herself slightly to not alert the creatures, not knowing if they were dangerous. Her tail twitched slightly and she seemed more ready to attack than anything.

"Life spotted at 12 o' clock." She said softly.
 
Ross says softly "who wants to be our diplomat. I would argue lightwave because he will need the practices for wend he king of his home world." Ross thinks on what theses little creatures are.
Wraith heads back to the group as they see the tiny creatures .
 
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