The Traveler wanders the dunes in the Wastes of Gordeus. With him is the Staff, his sole counsel. He felt it fitting that he was surrounded by the sands of time, given his lack of memory. He was able to find comfort in his lack of knowledge, as he did not have to burden himself with assumptions. The staff would not allow it. It seemed to resonate with the sand, the sun, and he himself. The more he held it, the more secure he felt. Holding the staff, things seemed...different, but not bad. He was stronger in ways he could not explain. Sturdier. Perhaps even faster. Filled with doubt, he travels with the staff in search of the other artifacts, taking in the history and knowledge around him while slowly but surely taking one step at a time towards destiny...whatever that might be.