Allright, I'm finally all caught up.
It was a hot, windy day, just like every other day. The sands of the Conudian Desert were shining brightly from the sun. No clouds were to be found, either. The only object that produced shade was a giant rock about five miles away; the rock itself having a lumpy, but tall, shape. A brown afro could be seen aways away behind a hill. Dal shaded his eyes from the blasting sun. How the Hell did I even get here? he thought to himself. He took off his scarf rummaged through his pockets. Still shading his eyes with one hand, he took out a piece of paper with the other. The paper was a wanted poster, and it said:
Name: Marisco Tokano
Wanted for: Thievery; murder of a number of city guards.
Location: Last seen in northeastern Drosin, outside of an outpost by the edge of the Codunian Desert.
Award: 5,000 gold pieces.
The flailing wind made it hard for Dal to read the paper. "Okay," he said to himself, "I have to get to Drosin... but, uh... What part of the desert am I exactly in?" Dal looked around with a disgruntled look. Everywhere, except for that lonely rock, looked the same.
"Let's see," he said, "if I came from that way," he pointed behind him, "then I must be facing North. I started in the most southern point of the desert..." Dal looked to the west a little. "That's the way to go!" he yelled to himself and pointed northwest. In the distance, he could hear a crow caw, as if embarrassed. Dal lowered his arm, picked up his scarf, stuffed the paper into his pocket, and walked towards his destination.