Isha At'r

You have travelled the deserts of Zar-Sakar for a while now, your searches and aims being your own, however one day a particularly bad sandstorm shifted the dunes drastically and ruined or buried your navigation tools leaving you uncertain which direction you came from and much less - which direction you were heading... Before deciding which direction to get lost in you feel a soft zephyr caressing your face, it tugs at your hair and cloth, a much gentler one than the winds that raged across the sands yesterday. You look in the direction where you felt being drawn to, a dune seems to part to reveal a distant outline... of several trees.