Lack of Clues

Lassim felt the sun beating down on him as he walked through the endless dunes of the desert. 

He had already completed several missions, and now he was on his third one, an escort mission for a merchant caravan traveling from the sect to a city along the northern coast.

The merchant caravan was a colorful assembly of carts and wagons, loaded with tonnes of esoteric materials and minerals provided by the sect to sell for a profit. 

Lassim had joined the group at dawn this morning after accepting the mission the previous afternoon, where he greeted the merchants and other hired guards with a nod.