The sun beat down harshly upon the land. A prickly wind blew and howled wildly across desert sands. Sandstorms and hurricanes swept and tore the people living in the entire area. Humble abodes rent asunder with the touch of the winds. Such events often made the mightiest of men to cower in their homes and wish not for the cruel gales to smite them.
And yet one person paid no mind to it.
Someone who relished dancing and spiraling with the most feverish of tempests. Yes, even when he received the direst of warnings and refusals from his most trusted of advisers. It was only through the shielding wards and incantations made around the sands that the large camp remained untouched.
The scent of blood hung thickly in the air.
While most of the tents were simple and made from materials inspired from nomadic tribes that also wandered the sands—there were those of luxury and materials that spoke of splendor even amidst the blows of the wind.
