Shynthriir was walking though the Istan Desert, a place hard to travel for the wanderer who is not well equipped. Shynthriir thought that he had packed enough food to last two people quite some time in th edesert, but he was wrong. He was already running low on food and he had only been out in the hot desert sands for a week. He needed a place to go to to get food and water. Should he turn back? He could turn back, but what if he had made it half way across already? He coudln't be sure. He knew that was behind him, but didn't know what was in front. He decided to go forwadr, hoping that he would find some way to get more food and, more importantly, more drink.

An hor later, Shynthriir was climbing over a sand dune and he saw something that almost made him cry, it was such a beautiful site. It was a city! A city in the desert! He rushed toward it hoping that he could get some more supplies to continue his trek through the desert.