An enormous red sun hung low in the sky, shining over the multi-colored sands of the endless desert below, each grain of sand shining and twinkling like a precious gem. Within a tall spire of rock, within this desert, was a network of caves.
Within this spire lived a solitary creature, not a local of this plane, but nonetheless well adapted to the hot and dry climate.
The creature was clad in billowing tan robes, almost completely shrouded, only an orange scaled hand visible as it smoked a long ivory pipe, blowing out rings of green smoke into the warm air of the cavern.
The creature roused from its stupor as a high pitched ringing began to pulse out from one of the many alcoves that were carved out within the walls of the rock.
Immediately, the creature rushed over to the source of the noise, and picked up the oval shaped piece of obsidian there.
