A man is wandering from the dunes of the great desert. He is garbed in the standard clothing that is made custom for the harsh climates that the desolate expanse of land can handle. From his chest to his legs, he is dressed in multiple layers of clothing, wrapped around his body. For the most part, they are a dark brownish color and are both thin enough to make quick movements and to keep him cool in the heat. His shoes are made of a brown leather, and a curved toe at the end.

With every step his feet take, he kicks up a small amount of sand and it trickles down to the lower dunes. He stands a modest 6'0 with a set of clothing only a tad darker than the sand that surrounds his very presence. The only unique articles of his clothing are the goggles that cover his eyes, both from the sands and the blistering sun and the indigo color cloth that is wrapped around his neck.

Beside from that, the man has three pouches. One of these contains his very life, in the form of water to quench his thirst. The second one contains the food of which he derives his strength from. The third, is where he keeps his most valued treasures safe from harms way. As he continues to wander down the shifting sands, he keeps one hand on his sword.

Here in the Great Jannaham Desert, one must be prepared for any form of trouble, be it bandits, dangerous beasts, or any sort of rabble that may occur at any moment. A curved blade is custom in this land, best for not only a close quarter combat, but also for horseback riding. Which is unfortunate for our young wanderer, for he is making this treacherous journey alone, without a horse.

However, a horse is not always the ideal companion to have when moving through the desert. As our wanderer soon hears a loud screech from above him. Through his goggles he can see what appears to be a hawk, soaring above him. The man smiles, as he realizes that he is close to an oasis. Here in the Jannaham Desert, an oasis means water, and where there are people there are merchants.

He stops and signals his trusty hawk to descend. While the bird is circling downward, the man extends his arm to signify that the bird may perch itself there. Finally, the bird lands on top of the man's arm, to which the man reaches from his first pouch his waterskin, made of sheep's intestines.

Inside is his water, to which he gives some to his avian companion. Once the bird has drank enough, he replaces the waterskin. In it's place, the man reaches into the third pouch, which he pulls out a small folded cloth. After unfolding the cloth, it is revealed that there is a small cooked animal. It is a dead mouse that has long been cooked and ready to be eaten. The hawk jumps with excitement and eats the mouse with joy.

With that, the man pat the hawk on the head. Then, as if counting down in his head, slowly lowers his arm and then quickly raises it so that the hawk may obtain some air to soar. With that, the man then continues on towards the direction of the oasis. With every step he takes, he continues to wonder, "Maybe I'll find him there". At the thought of that, he grasps his sword's pommel in anger.

After another twenty minutes of wandering, the man comes across a massive dune. As he attempts to slowly climb the shifting dune, he can hear the sound of people. Coinciding with this, the man hears his hawk screech. As the man finally climbs the high dune, he looks to his right and notices that there is a mid-sized palm tree, and in its branches is the hawk.

The hawk is looking towards his and then quickly turns his body around to look at something. The man then turns his head forward to see the small oasis community that resides here. It is small, but there are traders with a few shops. The man is pleased as he has just spent about a two-week journey traversing from his original destination. Perhaps he would remain in this outpost for a tad longer than usual. In any event, there lay the next part in his journey.