It was nearly night when Alan finally stumbled upon what he was looking for. He had reached the center of the sandstorm and it had suddenly ceased. Alan crouched unto the ground to take a breath. 'Well Grimbold, we're here. We'll find the old man in the morning, Right now. I need some sleep.'
Alan stood yup again and started looking for an inn.
The next morning Alan woke up in a bed for the first time since he couldn't remember when. And a good one at that. Added to that was that the population was even more sympathized to Alan's steed then to Alan, so he was tended to more then adequately. Giving his wyvern the day off, Alan left on foot for the Athos' Chambers.