Sir Walter appeared far out in the desert,the sand dryed out his throat and he began to cough,"damn this desert.....",he found in a rock and sat down on it,the winds roared,he watched sand move across the desert in sheets," he better inside here soon......I hate this god forsaken desert". Sir walter looked to the right and saw las noches,it was dead center of the desert,no wonder it was so easy to find,he spat on the ground and took out his dagger,he began to carve Initials in it,he wasn't paying attention to what he was doing and when he snapped back to reality half the rock had been carved away,"God dammit....",he then picked up the rock and threw it high up in the sky,when it reached it's final height he.....