We were back in the
desert. Sand was everywhere, boots, bags, hair, pants. From below we
could see the majestic mountain ridge, bordering the deep desert, home
of The Swarm race. We encountered them in the past, and knew a few
things about them. No one noticed our presence there, all nomads looked
busy and focused on some war strategies. Nomadic clans were fighting
desert creatures to control the lands around. The chief of the Nomads also knew something about the Gorgon.
