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 guarded by several Sentries and Guards. One approached you, holding out an arm.

"You cannot go there. It is not safe."