The hard ground, slickrock and sandstone, glows beneath a relentless sun. The air is dry, though, and the shadows are cool. This is where rumors about caravans and bandits and a hive of monsters have brought you. You hear the croak of a vulture, and the falling screech of a hawk as if in response—or perhaps in warning.
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