[ It's a war of attrition between the four of them and the wind, fighting for every few feet of ground. The inn seems to appear all at once, like a mirage amidst the blowing sands. As it turns out, their new friend knew exactly where he was going all along.
He and the old man catch up, and Cid pats their rescuer on the shoulder; both tacit appreciation and an indication that he'll get the door. One of them still has his hands full, after all.
It's not locked, but Cid still has to put all of his strength into forcing it open against the wind. He braces his back against it, letting the other three through before getting inside himself. No small amount of sand sweeps in with them.
Cid pulls down his respirator and lifts the goggles before checking in with their charges. He'll leave it to their friend to handle the innkeeper. The man's been right about everything else so far; Cid has no reason to doubt that he can get the pair of them settled here to wait out the storm. ]
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He and the old man catch up, and Cid pats their rescuer on the shoulder; both tacit appreciation and an indication that he'll get the door. One of them still has his hands full, after all.
It's not locked, but Cid still has to put all of his strength into forcing it open against the wind. He braces his back against it, letting the other three through before getting inside himself. No small amount of sand sweeps in with them.
Cid pulls down his respirator and lifts the goggles before checking in with their charges. He'll leave it to their friend to handle the innkeeper. The man's been right about everything else so far; Cid has no reason to doubt that he can get the pair of them settled here to wait out the storm. ]