[It didn't, but she gives no word of her noticing. It's a given, and it wouldn't be the first time, and surely not the last.
But her focus is pulled to the island ahead of them. This very, very dead looking island. She steps through the sand, and it's almost more a gray colour than the usual white or... sandy colour. Like they are walking on ash. Her eyes turn to the trees at Faris's suggestion, and she isn't the type to argue, especially when—]
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But her focus is pulled to the island ahead of them. This very, very dead looking island. She steps through the sand, and it's almost more a gray colour than the usual white or... sandy colour. Like they are walking on ash. Her eyes turn to the trees at Faris's suggestion, and she isn't the type to argue, especially when—]
You sound like you know your treasure hunting.
[Off she goes to the lines of thick trees.]