The air was dry, the people around sickly and exhausted. They went about their day as always here in The Last City, a day as grey and sandy as any other.

You found yourself wandering around this place, a place where rarely anyone was truly happy, a place that has seen better days.

A place with many people around, some selling Tea, some selling plant pots. One trading toys carved from wood, waving up at you from their carpet in the market.

"You there. Would you like to trade?"