So I'm writing in this journel before I try and find an alcove to sleep in.
Back in the Dustlands, sooner than I thought I'd be back here, at least here I actually know where I'm going, got to say the flight here was comfortable at least, also got in flight entertainment watching 2 grown men try to train a girl in combat with a broken mop.
Landed on a plateu about 4 hours of travel short of the Trading post in the middle of a dust storm, the journey was mostly uneventful, apart from an attack from 2 Chittering Hulks, thankfully none of us died this time, but I'm not hopeful on leading these people over the next few days. Hopefully Borkul will be able to spare us some supplies for the next few days, I'm not holding out hope though.
Next entry should when we make it to the mine.
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