Retala

On a hot sunny morning in the dessert town of Gredad, the markets were busy with action. Paddlers and street performers tried to make what little money they could while consumers ran through the street taking in all for sale. Taking shade from the scorching sun you head off the main street and into a dark and shaded alleyway. As you take a sip of water you hear a crash behind you as a pile of boxes collapse onto the cool pavement beneath you. From under the pile you see a small tan hand…