[Wind is free, but the sand goes where it is Blown. Unaware of the world around it. Whirling on the gods...]

Thick clouds of sand cover your vision as you travel through the sandstorm. Suddenly you trip and fall forward. You find yourself landing on a woman dressed in oriental jewellery and torn clothes, she seems as surprised as you are that she found someone in the desert. "You shouldn't be here" She quickly comments