Wrapped in the dark cloaks that once belonged to the desert wizards, Alex moved stealthily through the dusty alleys of Desiería. The desert sun beat down relentlessly, threatening to drain his last reserves of energy. With each step, he struggled to conceal his identity, knowing that the bandit who had stolen his belongings could lurk around any corner.
As he ventured further into the city, he was captivated by the bustling activity of the markets, where objects of exceptional quality were displayed, albeit tainted by the dark origins of their acquisition. Shining armors and sharp weapons caught his eye, each telling a story of violence and plunder. But amidst the opulence, Alex sensed a shadow of corruption surrounding him, a darkness that seemed to permeate even the air he breathed.
Finally, exhausted and desperate for respite, Alex found refuge in a modest inn. Though the price was excessive for what they offered, he had no choice but to pay, craving the well-deserved rest he so desperately needed. He collapsed heavily onto the bed, the heat and thirst threatening to consume him entirely.
As he succumbed to exhaustion, the city of Desiería spread out before him, a labyrinth of intrigues and hidden dangers. With each passing hour, the shadow of the bandit grew more present, reminding him of the urgency of his search and the need to remain vigilant amidst the looming shadows of the approaching night.
Upon awakening from his brief but necessary rest, Alex rose with renewed determination. Covering his face with the dark hood, he ventured once again into the streets of Desiería in search of information and provisions. After questioning several locals and merchants, he finally found a mysterious vendor willing to share a valuable secret.