You, A SandWing merchant as well as part-time thief, were at your stall one day. Everything was as usual, the music from distant bongo drums ringing out, the occasional angry calls from SandWings just stolen from, beggars pleading for money or just food, the oasis pool, guarded by the Outclaws, could be heard being talked about.

Suddenly, you see an odd sight. A RainWing, who's color changing scales pointed them out, named Grove, was approaching you.

"Uhm...hello? I kinda got lost.."