Being in a desert, the soldiers often carried shovels and other tools to help them dig and possibly run into a water resource. But the oceanic desert being so turbulent, the ships had to be lined in a way that created a pocket where nothing moved and only then the hunt for the life-giving liquid would begin. However, with the god of the desert having calmed the sandy waves, a group of soldiers shovelled away at the ground with nobody to help them.
"Did the general really yell at you, Hannah?" Tris–a demi-bull monk of their group looked out of the hole that they were digging and stared at the winged harpy that had been yelled at by Raven earlier that day.
Everyone had heard the news by now, and some were so afraid already that even if death awaited them when ordered to march forward, they would've preferred it to facing the general's rage.
