Convoluted Madness

The Adventures of Humbert Cumberdale

The sand is uneasy, usurping the very life force of the archaeological group. The sandstorm tears at their unprotected bodies as they come to realize the grave mistake of the caravan navigator.
"We were warned of such, and you did not listen! We should not have accepted such a foolish endeavor from such a young, oblivious westerner!"
The caravan leader shrugs and continues, unaffected by both the impeding sandstorm nor the words of his regional guides. He continues his march and the caravan follows with gossip and murmur of hatred and contempt of him and his ideals. He marched without falter for what seemed like miles passed what the aboriginals whom he hired to accompany him were able to comfortably achieve. The further they ventured, the more the gossip grew about their leader.
Second in command, Sir Johnathan Johnguy, had been assigned as Hubert Cumberdale's steward. A decorated war hero with convictions which did not coincide with the beliefs or ideals of whom he was entrusted to protect, behest the parents of Sir Cumberdale's whom were favored archaeologists and explorers to Edward VII. The thought of regret or disgust did not cross Sir Johnguy's mind when accepting such a endeavor, but only took a few days for these thoughts and feelings to overcome his tenacious psyche and robust constitution.
"Sir Cumberdale! I strong suggest we stop and rest for the day. The drudges and servants need rest. We cannot continue without their full capibilities. We must wait for the sandstorm to falter!
Do not speak this way of your benefactor! You would be begging on the streets or dead if it wasn't for Sir Cumberdales benevolence!
The sandstorm increases in intensity. 
The sandstorm subsides and the caravan makes it's way to the intended destination with haste.