"So no our true trials shall begin as we cross this hellish ocean of sand and heat," Thalesin said moving away from the bonfire. The blowing sand produced a constant annoying clinking sound against armor that he was in but he ignored it.
"What matter of beasts and twisted souls this place holds we soon shall see I assume, no journey is ever so easy to not expect enemies lurking in wait for those that traverse there lands. The question remains though which direction do we set out toward, if this is an ocean of sand then it will be easy to get lost and never find our way out of its grasp."