The wasteland was a dangerous place filled with death and decay, with bones and scraps of meat scattered across the orange sands. A man agreed to go into the wasteland for money, knowing it could kill him, and trekked across the landscape with only a week of provisions as the heat grew unbearable. In the distance, he spotted brown stone rising from the dunes, realizing it was Al-Zainnish, home of the desertthorn plant he had been searching for.

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The smell. The awfulstench of death and decay. Itwas the only scent in the
wasteland. It’s whereeverything went to die. Bones littered the sands and
occasionalflecks of meat were clinging to them, although the monsters there
would probably get it later. Whatlittle blood there was soaked into the orange
sands that were sweptup in the wind.
Why did he agree to do this? He knew the wasteland was dangerous. He knew
it could kill him. He knew it was a mistake, so why did he agree to it. Money
makes men do things unimaginable. That’s why he did it.
Footprintafter footprint. Step after step. He continued into the wasteland with
only a week’s worth of provisions. Theheat made each unending day
unbearable. He had to find another way to get water or soon he would die.
Of in the distance, on the edge of the horizon, there was a risein the ground.
Brown stone jutted out fromthe dunes of the dust bowl. They roseinto the
waving blue sky and pierced the only cloud around. Instantly, Ingvar realised
that this was the place he was looking for. This was Al-Zainnish, the home of
the desertthorn.