The walk to the Nuwe'rak settlement took about thirty minutes, leading them through the desert terrain as the sun began its descent toward the horizon. The heat was still oppressive but becoming more bearable as evening approached.
They were perhaps halfway there when Jorghan felt something shift in the air—not threatening exactly, but definitely noteworthy.
Someone was approaching, moving with deliberate purpose.
He could feel their gaze, but there was no killing intent. They just focused their gaze on him.
A figure emerged from behind one of the rock formations that dotted the landscape. She was tall—eight feet easily—with curves that suggested both power and femininity in equal measure. Her skin was the redness of the Nuwe'rak, and her liquid gold eyes were fixed on Jorghan with undisguised interest.
