Nowhere trekked through the desert, sand between his talon-like feet. He stopped, panting a bit. "Are you okay Nowhere?" He looked at the source of the voice. "I'm fine Sting," he told the pseudodragon, who was both his familiar and his constant companion. Sting was definitely the only good thing in Nowhere's miserable existence. He scratched Sting under her chin, thinking to himself, "This is probably the best part about the Pact of the Chain, having a familiar."

Suddenly, Sting's tail went ridged, the scorpion-like tip swishing violently.

"What is it girl?"

"I sense something."

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Nowhere looked around, then saw it. There was a small hut in the distance. "Hmmm useful, but I don't see how it helps u-"

Sand started flying into his face. He sighed, "Of course."

He rushed to the hut, Sting clinging to him. Once inside, they settled down. "Nice little place. Weirdly placed, but nice," Nowhere muttered as the sandstorm raged outside. "Hey, what's that?"

"What's what?"

"That bookcase"

Nowhere grabbed one of the books, flicking through it. "Mhm, mhm, mhm, ... who're the Eastern Gods?"

He read intently, and by the time the sandstorm ended, Nowhere had read the entire contents of the bookcase.

"Hm, they sound interesting," Nowhere murmured to himself, closing his eyes to check his sheet(character sheet), and he leaped up in surprise. When did I multiclass into Cleric?! And the Life Domain!?

"Oh jeez, I have a feeling my life just got a whole lot more interesting."