He continued to trudge through the sand, which now involved the obnoxious task of trying to climb the stuff.

Sand was bad.

Dunes were worst. He hated sand in his boots, but it was inevitable.

He made a non-committal noise in the back of his throat.

"Essentially, though it's lacking the near obligatory element of being completely insane I tend to associate with the Sith. Though so far, so have you."

It was very strange.