Gracia watched as her men worked to help bring the desert people under the banner of the Morek Empire, so far it was going well. She was doing better now that she had gotten to dry land again, though the harsh nature of the desert was uncomfortable in it's own way. The wind lacked the comforting one the sea held, and the dryness of the air left you with a never ending thirst. The sand though was the worst, it always found its way into the most awkward and unpleasant places, and you could never fully rid yourself of it. But show would persevere, she needed to gain knowledge and work with others if she was to build her dream, which would lead to a better world, someday.
