NOTHING BUT SAND EVERYWHERE

As the night settled over the desert oasis, tensions simmered among the knights tasked with setting up camp.

The arduous journey and cramped conditions had frayed tempers, and a simple disagreement over tent space escalated into a heated argument.

In one corner of the campsite, two knights—Sir Reynald and Sir Gareth—stood toe to toe, their voices raised in frustration.

"I'm telling you, Reynald, I saw that spot first!" Gareth exclaimed, his brow furrowed with annoyance.

Reynald, a burly knight with a grizzled beard, crossed his arms defiantly. "Well, I'm not moving. You can find another spot."

The other knights nearby exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of how to diffuse the escalating conflict.

"Should we let them be?"One of thw knights asked as he scratched his head leaving his hair even messier than it was.

"You both need to calm down," one of the knights interjected, attempting to play peacemaker. "We're all in this together."