Bella Donna Boudreaux loves cooking and murder (poisonwine) wrote in utr_logs,
There was nothing but the wind for a very long moment. And then there was still nothing but the wind, but there was a lot more of it. It carried sand with it, which seemed to be aimed at the three adventurers. The sound it was making changed, from a simple hollow moan to something that might have been speech, but was too garbled to be understood.