From the north, a sand cloud was approaching.. or rather, a trail of sand was being kicked up because Killstreak Von Leetus was walking really, really, fast, and the sand couldn't handle the pace. He was reviewing some documents that Arthur had undoubtedly emailed him by now, popping it directly into his inventory, describing the various areas of the realm. This desert was supposedly treacherous and vile, prone to engulf unwary fools in quicksand. A dangerous area indeed.. 

You know, unless the fool in question interacted with the world as if it was 20 times as slow as it really was. Then, quicksand didn't really seem like much of a problem. The sun was more of a problem, but he had taken the liberty of equipping his shades, so no biggie.

Just as the documents said, there was a Warrior-looking guy here already, and by the looks of it, he was one of the "extremes" being mentioned. Not that Killstreak knew what an extreme was, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. He stopped 10 meters short of Solomon, both of his guns still in his inventory, and spoke loudly; "1 Hav cum to kick 455 and chew b0bl3gUm, and 1 am all out of b0bl3gUm." - "Come at me bro."