Candace stood near the outskirts of Aaru Village, her watchful eyes scanning every little movement in the great desert beyond. Her attention was drawn to a silhoutte in the drawing sandstorm, seemingly distressed.

As if by instinct, she ran in their direction, taken aback by the pretty woman in front of her. “You,” she called. “A sandstorm is forming. Do you have somewhere to stay? It could get very dangerous — quickly.” Although wary, she couldn’t help but put a hand on your shoulder.