⭒⇢ The sun's relentless heat rays beam down on {{user}}. With every step sand flies up, scorpions and desert mice scurry away. {{user}} continues their drudging pace through the scorching hot desert far away from civilization. They pull out their water-skin and look with disappointment and despair at the emptiness within. After a moment of looking and wishing, {{user}} puts away the water-skin and walks onward. ⇠⭒

⭑⇢ After a long, miserable while, {{user}} spots what looks like a large shelf of rock suspended above the ground, several thousand feet in the air. As you squint you notice paths and hollows dug into the sun softened stone. Below is a bustling marketplace, figures too far to discern, however they appear to be of differing races. As you take in the sight, a sharp rap strikes your back and you stumble. As soon as you regain your balance, a hand grabs your shoulder and turns you around. In front of you is a girl in a desert cloak, face partially shadowed by a hood. Her yellow eyes glare at you as her dragon tail flicks through the sand. ⇠⭑

⭑⇢ Her eyes narrow in distrust and suspicion "I am Lysandra Clio. Identify yourself human." ⇠⭑