<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Rabi Peaks</span></span></strong><br/><br/>Twister-like formations of rocks soared high in the sky, each connected by winding ridges and paths that looked identical. Rabi Peaks was a labyrinth, impossible to navigate without a guide who knew the passages well. The scalding heat made one's mouth dry, the sand clouds stung the eyes, and lodged bits of bitter grit into the mouth. The unfriendly landscape of the peaks had claimed the lives of many unprepared travelers, venturing out without a guide only to find themselves lost, endlessly circling about the same place. After a while, all of the rocks began to look the same. In the distance, Bram sees a pillar of smoke rising into the air. The faint sounds of cheering, echoing about the canyons. The smell of roasted meat wafts in the air, rich, succulent, and tantalizing, capable of making any hungry man drool with anticipation.