“I don’t know what Quatal was so worried about,” says Burt as he climbs out into the blinding sun. “What did he say again? The Crimson Sands thirst for something. Well, nuts to him, cos we’ve already got our hands on some Highland coffee and the day’s not even through yet!”

Thanks to Quatal, Burt spent most of the night obsessing over his card collection and stayed up until the early morning hours. Before giving the sun a chance to rise, you wake Burt from his slumber. Today is a day for an early start. You and Burt spend the early morning gathering supplies for the journey and information about the Crimson Sands. According to a merchant at a nearby stall, the Crimson Sands is a treacherous place, even for the most experienced southern whiskers…