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Ixian:

Ixian watches as a man approached the truck and figures. Some kind of just faded into the background, as if they were just there as cannonfodder or extras meant to be used and disposed of on a moments notice. Others seemed more prominent and important though. The man of the Desert was one, and also there was a woman. Another was a fairly old woman...or at least, in Ixian's mind she was. That was because every woman he had ever seen had access to scientific advancements that had let them maintain a far more youthful and beauty filled appearance, or already were known for their beauty and charm as receptionists often were.

Therefore, Tuva Crane in Ixian's mind was an old woman.

He had seen plenty of old men though, so he made no mistake about their age. Ixian himself had already repositioned himself to be a bit closer to them. There was quite a bit (not that much actually) of distance between them, though in truth while Ixian knew the amount of time it would take to get there, he had no clue at all about the true size of the world. But with this new spot, he could see things a lot more clearly.

BY NO MEANS did he move because Kehklors scare the hell out of him! That would be slander!

But as he saw it was morning, there was one thing he remembered to do.

"Oh sweet desert, thank you for allowing me another night of safety and life. I hope that I continue to have your favor, and that I never make the mistake of incurring your wraith".

After everything Ixian had seen in this desert, he was a firm believer that the desert was alive, and maybe even sentient. He gave thanks for every night he survived, for every meal he ate, and whenever he traveled across the desert he would first apologize, and then ask for it's grace. Unless something truly disasterous happened, he considered no reaction as a good omen. And if by some miracle, he had good luck in this desert? He gave extra thanks.

One could not really be sure if it could be called a religion, but Ixian respected the desert. He respected it, and he respected the creatures in it. He apologized for every life he took even though he never hesitated taking it, and he avoided doing anything that would draw ire and attention to himself.

Ixian had a bad premonition though he would somehow get mixed up with these people, but he was sure that it was just a fluke.