Harsh sleet cut into his face as he stood at the prow of his ship, facing the oncoming storm calmly. Trekking through an inhospitable desert, a woman raised her hands and, with nothing but a thought, bringing forth a great gust of cool wind from another plane, causing dust to whip around and exposing a temple long forgotten and buried under the sand dunes. Speaking incantations in language unfamiliar to this plane, she rose her hands to release a blast of furious fire at the incoming spiders. The dry dungeon air began to heat up around the orange-eyed human.
