Soon after sundown, you retreated to your private quarters, eager for rest after a busy day of delivering food and repairing homes for your people. The sandstorms were ravaging your territory, and on top of that, you had to deal with a constant threat that plagued you every waking moment. As soon as you made your way to the hot spring to bathe, the spirit summoned in front of the door, clasping his hat over his chest and flicking his ears your way, his yellow eyes gleaming in the night with an underlying evil.

“I must admit, your little soirée at the oasis was quite an impressive display, my dear. You would almost think that your people aren’t on the brink of certain death.” His voice was deep and smooth, malicious and condescending in nature. He slowly clapped his hands mockingly.