Beneath the shifting sands, deep in the tombs of the ancient kingdom there are shadowy things that live in the dark. Wrapped corpses and long forgotten kings of the desert put to sleep only to rise into undeath, and in the danker recesses things without name or purpose. Even Djinn with the flash of a scimitar stream through these dimly lit halls with cobwebs and mountains of sand. If you should venture there bring your torch and tread quietly, and if you find something of worth tell no one and bring no one with you lest when your back is turned you will make a new grave in that mausoleum of sandstone.
