This unrelenting sun really is miserable--not only because of the terrible heat, but also the feeling of glaring exposure. When the call comes in about Jandru's location, Irahl breathes a sigh of relief, because that means he can finally free himself of the paranoia that he's being followed and actively sneaked up on at every given moment.

For the last few minutes, he had kind of stalled out under an overhang, loathe to step out of the only bit of shadow to cut across spaces that seem far too open. But as soon as he knows where the only stealthy, precision weapon isn't, he gets moving with confidence.

Knowing that Jandru's attention will be trending upwards, he stays low and moves fast. As much as he hates the sand, it at least muffles sound as he stalks along--which he'll need with how he's still not dressed in the ideal color palette--keeping his eyes and ears open for any sign of the tricky assistant along the way.