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The soldier nodded in agreement. Trees were such a wonderful thing. So many different sorts, some changed with the seasons while others stood true against time itself only to grow larger in size. Sakai felt like a changing tree himself as of late, wanting to bud and bloom into the adult he wanted to be. So long had the young man been wandering alone, but this place... it gave him purpose.

"I guess I haven't seen too much of the sand to say for sure." Eyes were closed now as the giant felt completely relaxed at the paws of his fellahin. "I can tell you, my body does not enjoy too much heat. So I don't know if I would choose the sand over the trees." Rolling his head to the right and then to the left in hopes of finding a few deep 'cracks', the man paused to look up at the servant. "What brought you here?"