The Grineer plundering the ancient tomb had banked on many things - feral kavats, traps, even the giant stone guardians - but faced with the might of the desert, they were helpless as children. Biting sandstorms rushed through the halls, crawling into cracks in armour like hordes of insects and leeching the soldiers dry of body fluids. His vitality restored, Inaros re-forms, staggering away as the ache of millennia waiting works out of his bones. Inaros' tea is a tangy, astringent concoction of sour berries and hibiscus, highlighted with sharp lemon grass - enjoy hot, or iced with a sprig of mint. Fluids are a precious resource in the desert, Tenno - keep them well.