It was not that he had deliberately avoided Hak Etme since gaining legs. The desert had nothing that he needed, and there was no reason for him to go there. He was a busy man who had enough to keep him busy in other lands, but when Safrin gave him a quest he did not shy away from the more difficult aspects of it.
To temper his armlet in light he had come to the legendary Sunshine Pools of Hak Etme, though he had not come alone. Noe Carpenter accompanied him, after a chance meeting in Torchline revealed that she had no experience with the desert either. His Moon Warp ability allowed him to bring another person with him, and though they had to take steps across several regions to reach it, they did eventually come to the shores of the sulfur pools shortly before dawn.
The smell of the place assaulted his senses first, and plans for a leisurely breakfast while they waited for sunrise were somewhat dashed by the rank odor of rotten eggs that permeated the area. It was also unexpectedly chilly, at least until the sun was over the horizon and warming the sands and baked earth around them to a more pleasant temperature. As noon approached, however, Hadama unslung his trident from his back and hooked his silver armlet over one of the weapon's starlit tines, considering the best way to lower it into one of the pools without it slipping off the end. "Do you have any recommendations?" he asked the nearby engineer politely, open to advice if she had any to offer.
To temper his armlet in light he had come to the legendary Sunshine Pools of Hak Etme, though he had not come alone. Noe Carpenter accompanied him, after a chance meeting in Torchline revealed that she had no experience with the desert either. His Moon Warp ability allowed him to bring another person with him, and though they had to take steps across several regions to reach it, they did eventually come to the shores of the sulfur pools shortly before dawn.
The smell of the place assaulted his senses first, and plans for a leisurely breakfast while they waited for sunrise were somewhat dashed by the rank odor of rotten eggs that permeated the area. It was also unexpectedly chilly, at least until the sun was over the horizon and warming the sands and baked earth around them to a more pleasant temperature. As noon approached, however, Hadama unslung his trident from his back and hooked his silver armlet over one of the weapon's starlit tines, considering the best way to lower it into one of the pools without it slipping off the end. "Do you have any recommendations?" he asked the nearby engineer politely, open to advice if she had any to offer.
