Repugnant Sands of Mortality

. A largely inhospitable desert expanse in Southern, made out salt flats, ridges, ravines, sinkholes and gigantic dunes. Water trickles into the desert only to dry up and die, and other forms of life are almost nonexistent... almost. There was a single resident of this lifeless biome who could withstand its unbearable heat and lack of activity: Roshan Bamshad. He meandered his way across the the craggy earth, climbed his way over steep and harrowing dunes of sand in search of something. His plodding was meaningful and there was a certain weight to his steps, as if they were carried by purpose. The man was bundled up in a mangy-looking cloak that obscured much of his features, but left the stark white of his trousers to stand out. He seemed at ease in his drive ever forward, no beads of sweat could be seen forming on his brow and his breath was as light as it had ever been. The uneven terrain and the scorching sun had done nothing to hamper his considerable constitution, indeed if it weren't for the humming he had been whistling all the while some might have mistaken him for an automaton, or a monster. As his travels continued, he would be forced to manage many more unusual obstacles to overcome before he'd finally found himself cast in shadow.

He had been approaching a mountain, a single solemnly spire that casted its shade where no one would normally find it. But for Roshan it marked the spot, the very spot, where his home lay. He could see it ahead of himself now, carved into a wall at the bottom of the mountain. A simple setup, a doorway covered by a dusty shawl and two square-shaped windows closed over by wooden planks. It was an obviously man-made structure, but it wasn't something done by anyone who'd called themselves a master of the craft. The edges were ridged and the door malformed, the windows themselves could only vaguely be called squares, even the building itself turned out to be crooked. But when the Quincy of many years stepped into the abode, casting the sand caked shawl over his shoulder, he found himself greeted by the sensation of home.