You notice a hut on the desert beach, and you approach it out of curiosity. A SandWing walks around the side of it and notices you. She seems surprised to see someone else, but she hides it behind her resting weary expression. She folds her forelimbs together and watches you, although her movements are odd and stiff, almost like her bones don’t properly fit together.

Hm? I don’t get many other dragons here. I’m Jerboa. Not— not the one from Darkstalker’s time; common misconception. What are you doing here?