(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz359/Majere_Draven/Banner3.jpg)<br/>Daces eyes would take in the desert, sure people get colluseum back home and he gets a desert. But he shrugged and sighed, the heat was his from back home, the Obelisk found in the blasted heat of another plane. He came through his usuall route, the planner loops. He dusted off his Jacket of the sand that beat it. And he would look around, wolven eye sharp, as he unlocked the sheath, for easy access on his weapons. Great sand, fighting, and no women. What a fine day. " He grabs his weapon and looks around, the elements shifting to his presence, as a light ripple of magic would be felt.