The desert nears, and Caladar can hear the howling of a sandstorm...
It seems to call to him...
They call to him across the whispering sands...
The shadows ride on the desert winds, and they call to him...
Letter from Caladar Rizz
Message sent to all nobles of Reven (many moons ago)
The desert it calls to me
Calls to me with the voices on the winds the voices beneath the shifting sands it calls
Comforting and condemning it calls
All are equals in the desert the sun and sand care not for ranks and titles
The king and the pauper die as equals
Die as equals beneath the beating brazen implacable sun
Die as equals upon the sly and whispering sands
The king sells his kingdom for a sip of water
The pauper's poverty matters not in the moment of death
The king is poor as the pauper the pauper is rich as the king in the desert
In the desert where the winds come stealthy and wipe out every trace
Wipe out every trace down to the footprints barely a moment old
What are lands and titles and armies against the shifting sands of time
Caladar Rizz
Knight of Vozzessdor
