The desert was dry but I was damp.

Damp, sticky, damp. Abysmally damp.

It wasn't just sweat, oh no, sweat was the least of my worries. And you'd think a little excess hydration would be nice in a desert but not when that fluid is not your own.

And I know what you're thinking, oh, did a surly dromedary spit upon me? NO. IF ONLY.

No, I'd crossed a drink seller with a bit of magic. Curses are real my friends, and they aren't in tombs.

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