A single person with improbably clothing for the desert was walking through the sands. Her metal armor was giving of bright shines as she made her trek under the desert sun. The place was bloody hot and any normal person wearing metal armor consisting of plate and chain, would have been long since cooked, but Elleonora wasn’t exactly normal she was a cleric. She survived the desert’s burning sun by casting Endure elements on herself each morning. Currently she walked with a big dark blanket wrapped around her in a cloak like fashion. 

 She had the worst luck so far. Instead of her journey passing normal, her caravan got caught up in a bloody sandstorm! She was in one of the carriages when it happened, it was covered with the sheet she was currently wearing as a cape. By the time the storm stopped, all it took for her to get away from the sand was to stand up. Seems like the carriage wasn’t really deeply buried by the sand, but she saw no other people around. Managed to find the dead animals pulling the carts, buried and chocked to death by the sand. In that regard she indeed turned out lucky. Like that she found herself not too far from her destination with minimal supplies and alone.

 She walked through the sand as she finally saw the town of Saphire in the distance. It wasn’t the first time it happened with all the mirages playing tricks on her mind, but this time there was a difference. Seagulls… there were sea birds flying in the air and she could smell the salt in the air.

 As she approached the gates, the guards seemed completely shocked and surprised when she came into their close visual range. She was the exact opposite of what people wore here, not to mention the great warhammer on her back. Took some talking, but when they got she was a cleric and how her caravan got swept in a sandstorm, they let her enter.

 Walking through the town, still with her makeshift cloak, she eventually found a tavern that seemed like a very promising place to get something cool to drink and maybe a room for the night. She opened the doors with a strong push, almost causing them to crash against the walls. Entering with her whole body and armor still covered by the dark cloth, she found herself with some wanabe thug, probably searching for A: easy pick which she looked like right now, B: a lady for the night to keep him company, which her face seemed good for also.

 Before the man has even the time to say something, she walked forward backhand slapping his face with her steel gauntlets, sending him to the ground, as he pulled on her cloak while he fell, revealing her armor and hammer to all in the inn.[color=6ecff6]” Scam, before I feed you to my hammer.”[/color] She said, pointing to the hammer out of blackened steel on her back. The hammer head has a lot of sharp edges, clearly as if it was forged from sword blades.

 Having scared the idiot off, she walked towards the bar, giving a passing glance at the message board, noticing a job about adventuring into a dungeon or something in search of a magical artifact. Reading through the notice in haste, she walked right to the table where it said.[color=6ecff6]” Is that notice, still valid?”[/color] She asked, noting all the different people who were around already.[color=6ecff6]" If so, I want to take part in that undertaking."[/color]