High-level dungeon.
The sun hung high in the blazing orange sky. Its light fell perpendicular, scorching the expanse of sand below. A hot wind blew hard, carrying coarse dust grains that stung the skin.
In the distance, a giant sand worm jumped out from behind a dune. Its fat and long body arched in the air before hitting the ground again.
Boom!
Vibrations propagated for hundreds of meters, shaking the sand grains.
Under the shade of a giant ancient rib cage that curved like a natural dome, two human figures sat relaxed, sheltered from the direct sun's sting.
Zalvarich sat upright on a mahogany folding chair he brought himself. His purple robe looked clean, without a speck of dust, contrasting with the harsh environment around him.
In front of him, a small table floated by magic, complete with a clean white tablecloth.
Clink.
