It was twilight when the three akor’mari set out across the Sabatku desert, in deference both to the day's heat and to the akor’mari’s night vision — though getting lost at the base of the cliffs probably had something to do with it as well.
Just as Neddryn had said, "300 degrees" led them right into the cliff face, a smooth, water-battered expanse of rock that not even a Tuthi Shey mountain goat could find a way up. There had been something strange about that cliff, something that jangled on the edge of Neddryn's senses, but he couldn't place it. Wondering if it was some memory that he had lost during his time in the Obelisk, Neddryn kept his head down in thought as Taz led them back the way they had come, then up the more typical route into the desert, climbing the zigzagging trails the caravans used from the beach up to the Sabatku dunes.