Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 3]

"The wind is picking up," Blake warned. The Assassin had come to a halt, one hand over her face as loose sand was kicked up.

"Put on your veils," Weiss called, already pulling the thin cloth over her face. "This is why we bought them."

I echoed the motion along with the others. The villagers in Alair had been kind enough to teach us how to fold and tie what was essentially a large, square cloth, into such a fashion that it wrapped around our heads and faces, leaving our faces clear. The bottom half could be pulled up to balance on the nose, however, and we'd also been given a thinner, almost see-through cloth we could tie over that, covering our eyes. I'd wondered what it was for at first, since it wouldn't keep the sun out. Now, the application of that was obvious.

—Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 3]