Jasmine entered the hot and dry Istan City. Her hair was down and would not flow as she walked due to sweat. She hated to sweat. Great. The first job they give me tey send me to this dump she thought. Whycouldn't they send me to the city of the elves? Every step Jasmine took seemed to drain more energy out of her. She came to the city trade center and asked to meet with the one in charge of inter-city trade. She rested her arm against the wall and leaned herself. She looked around and wondered how these people could live like this. Obviously Jasmine was not used to this heat. This was not going to be an easy job for her.

Ahren walked through the city streets, wasting time as he waited for night to fall. It was times like this that he was glad of the abilities he had. He kept both of his wings over his head to shelter himself from the worst of the sun's rays, and his wall of air kept the air around him moving, stopping it from becoming to hot. He disliked this town, in his opinion, man was crazy for trying to live in the middle of a desert, but that was the way this world was. People seeking solitude would go to remote places like the desert or the frozen wastelands up north. He soon grew tired, and rested against the same wall as Jasmine. In part, he was there because of the caravans that traveled through the desert. He had heard that several were being attacked, and he meant to put a stop to that.