Grat

Grat. The land of sand. True to its nickname, there was sand everywhere one could look. And aside from the hot and burning sand, the sun was shining mercilessly on the land. Paired with the already high temperatures and the mostly dry air, one would feel like melting.

Instead of trees, palms were providing the people with shadows. And aside from that, the tanned people were lightly clothed, revealing a lot of skin, and some wore a headscarf to fight against the intense sun.

But even though it was like hell temperature-wise, the people had happy expressions and were constantly smiling.

"Welcome to the nation of Grat!" Sara shouted excitedly as she jumped in front of everyone and spread her arms in joy.

"We're currently in the port city Yurt. From here on, we will continue traveling to Youra, the capital of Grat, in carriages." Yarjak explained with a small smile.