As the sun rose across the world, it was setting on Alexian's little corner. Not that it mattered to him. He'd been up all day, doing the same thing he'd done for the past couple of centuries. Wandering the empty desert. After a series of awful experiences, he'd figured it was best to go back to being a nomadic hermit. There was no one to bother him in the desert. And when he did run into people, they didn't question the fact that he was wrapped from head to toe in heavy, sun shielding robes and thick bandages.<br/><br/>That was just how one traveled in the heat here. It meant he was blind during the day of course, because he had to cover his face as well and the hood didn't allow for any light or any vision. That was alright. A hermit got used to his own company, and he liked his. But with the setting of the sun, he could pull back the hood and let the dwindling sunlight bathe his face painfully. Sometimes Alexian missed the light...