The only respite from the sun's heightened strength came at sunset. The Wastes were more dangerous than ever, and what had once been the first buds of spring tentatively reaching out from the soil were now dry as bone, having withered and died in a matter of hours.
It would be unwise for any traveler to attempt passage over the hot sand during the daylight; yet, by contrast, evening plunged the Wastes into an almost unforgiving cold and you suppress a shiver.
As you survey your surroundings, standing atop the cliff's edge, your gaze naturally drifts below and you can see something twinkle in an alcove hidden inside the rock-face. It would be a risky climb down, but something in your gut compels you to investigate.
Do you chance it?