Redsand Canyon master of illusion, architect of deceit

She saw the shift in him; it was subtle, but no less noticeable, as they crested the rocky ledge. It was the red and orange rocky valley she had seen that one morning on the Sunspire.

She cocked an ear to the traveling mountain, his words giving a tiny bit of insight to what this man had been trying to achieve since they met. A home—he was looking for a home.

“This place is beautiful, Ace. The canyon looks like it’s on fire.” And she was with the Lord of Hell—it all made sense. Here is where she will burn, her eyes alight with the same excitement that shone in the man’s eyes beside her.