The trio crests a dune and the old outpost rises from the sand, broken arches and half-buried walls in pale moonlight. Wind threads through the ruins with a low, lonely whistle.
Slaan steps into the courtyard first, the Sun-Eater records pressing against her side. Bram slows near a cracked pillar, scanning the dark gaps between stones.
Kaelith
This place is not empty. It only looks that way.
A line of fresh boot prints cuts across the sand near a collapsed stairwell, then vanishes beneath a drift. Someone has been here recently.
Slaan
The prints are fresh.
Bram lifts a hand and points toward a dark opening under the rear wall, where old stone has fallen away into a narrow chamber. The records at Slaan's side seem to tug the night toward it.
Determine whether the outpost is occupied