This stupid desert was going to be the death of him.
They'd lost a member of their company already to one of the hooded snakes that lurked in the scrub. Just one of the many dangers out here.
Bori sighed into his stew, chunks of stringy meat swimming in too many spices. The food had a good chance of killing him, too.
"You would be wise to cover your head," their guide said, "The sun can kill you, Northman."
Bori scowled and pulled the cloth back over his head.
This stupid desert was going to be the death of him.