First stop

Desert of Skulls

Alexis and Tarmen quickly realise that their presence in the caravan is barely tolerated. The merchants avoid almost all contact and interaction with the two.

The fantastically alien vistas are a shock to both, never having experienced such desolation before. It's clear that without the proper knowledge anyone would get lost in the ever shifting burning sands.

The heat of the day is almost unbearable and you sweat as much as you drink. The nights are more bearable but to your surprise the temperatures drops fast when the soon sets bring a cold you would not expect it.

Observing the merchants you observe in wonder as they lead the caravan and their animals on what to you seem like random patterns across the deserts, but which becomes clear is nothing but random. These man know the land in ways you will likely never will. Knowledge born of experience handed down over generations.

A few days after leaving Desdem you arrive in a small oasis. The green of the vegetation and the clear waters a contrast of beauty and safety among the endless sea of sand.

The men bid you to drink and replenish your water skins before the animals have their fill.

You set up camp for the night...