Alone, the Wayfarer rests next to a campfire, the faint warmth of the embers soothing bis restless bones. We tries to close his eves, but bis tormented mind does not allow bim to. So long has he been wandering the sand that he remembers not bis past life. He meanders from place to place, plundering tombs and snatching the life out of those who dare to importunate him, offering them to his insatiable god. He cannot recall when it all started, at what moment the hunter became the hunted.