Areo plodded his way along the dry, sandy riverbed in the badlands of Shalekesh, footsteps kicking up puffs of dust as he went. As of yet, he did not know what he was searching for, but as a Ketucari it was in his nature to be at least somewhat curious about his surroundings. His species had been travelling with nomadic humanoids since before the time of the God Wars, after all. It was instinctual for them to wander and explore.
Perhaps I should look for some water, he thoug...