The flight from Tatooine lasted 3 long days. Xynnaria wasn’t used to being cooped up for such a long stretch of time.
The long shadows disappeared as night began to fall. Usually arid and dusty, the cooling breeze was welcome to the small group. As they sat around the campfire, they each took turns telling tales of wild creatures, sand storms, and the blazing suns against their skin between mouthfuls of wild meat, some kind of hard protein wafer, and plenty of Vasarian brandy.