Nope, but there is a lot to do.

Your ride across the sands proceeds for the most part uneventfully. Every now and then there is the rumbling of a creature moving beneath the sands, but you manage to avoid their detection. With no other creatures showing up along the way, the weather posed the only source of **** stops.

While you could walk through sandstorms no problem, you would rather not as they get sand so far in your joints you commonly can't get it out until you respawn. And since the cart was likely to break if too much sand got caught inside and weighed it down, you had to stop a few times to focus on bucketing it out.

After what had to be many hours of painstakingly navigating a near featureless desert looking for one specific cave in one specific dune, you begin to curse the system for not having a way to tell you where to go in order to get back. It was at this moment that the system revealed to you it does in fact have this feature, and a window appeared with a map that showed both you and your humble abode.

The worst part had to be that it was near exactly where you had been going anyway. After continuing ahead until you could at last see it in the distance, you swear to yourself that someday you will avenge yourself of the many times the gods have caused such inconveniences to you.

At long last you stop the cart in front of your humble cave, being reminded of its new more structured entrance. You went around to the back to pick up a crate of goods and begin bringing it in. There was no reason to wait for later to get all this inside after all, and the longer it was outside the more likely it was to be stolen or broken.

As you walk in through your new grand(ish) entryway, you were greeted by quite a few sights. The first thing you noticed was Sahara. She had laid out her cloak on the ground, giving her a softer patch to sit upon. She was sitting with her legs crossed, staring at the murals like a child having a book read to them, her tail wagging calmly behind her.

This brought to your attention that more of the murals were visible. A lot more. The second mural on the left was completely visible now, more or less. With it, the top halves of both of the thirds had been revealed, the remaining sand in the room pooling out over the bottoms of them.

Now able to see the entirety of the second mural of the white scaled lizardfolk, it revealed more of the meaning behind it. The lizardmen did seem to be hiding from soldiers, but one of them was also carrying a child who was wrapped into a small bundle. By the look of the mural, it seemed they were trying to run away, however Sahara's earlier comment about their lack of present-day existence made you question their success.

There wasn't too much you could tell about the next two murals down the hall. They both seemed to depict their respective child at some form of location, though they were very different. The white lizardmen seemed to be at some form of eastern style temple, while the black one was in a more satanic style one.

As you take it all in, the shifting noises from the crate you were carrying drew Sahara's attention. She turns slightly and leaned her head back over her shoulder to look at you, a smile gracing her face as she recognized you.

Her tail sped up slightly as she addressed you, "Welcome back! I've been trying to figure these out, and I think I have some idea of what they are." She then at last noticed the crate in your hands, tilting her head curiously. "What's that you got there?"

You tilt your head as you realize you didn't actually check. Hoisting it up and resting it on your knee, you pull back the tarp on top in order to peek inside. Within, you find three rows of jars, each row seeming to have its own style of consumable contents.

You carry the crate over and place it next to Sahara, her having much more use for food than you. As you turn around to leave, you at last notice the immense piles of balled up sand your scarab has left in their wake. You shake slightly to imitate a chuckle as you store all the sand in your so far endless inventory and leave to grab another crate.

Going back to the cart, there is one case in the back that catches your eye. It was a smaller crate that seemed much more decorated than the others, and had a hinged opening about halfway up the side. Opening it carefully, you found something beautiful inside.

King's Khopesh
Rare Magic Item-Sword
A Khopesh that was enchanted to never dull nor rust. It I capable of slicing through anything not made of a stronger metal than its Electrum alloy blade.

You slowly picked it up out of its case, relishing in the feeling of gripping it in your hand. It had been far too long since you had held any weapon aside from that old bush in your hands. To heighten your experience even more, a message popped up.

New Equipment detected
Do you wish to equip this as your new primary weapon?
Current item: [None]
(Your primary weapon will still be with you when you respawn, even if it drops as loot)

You did not hesitate, and slammed your hand into the yes option as fast and forcefully as you could. You feel a sense of fulfilment as a mental connection is formed between you and the sword. To your further amazement, you find yourself able to store it on your back as if you had a sheath despite the fact you most certainly do not.

You picked up another crate of goodies and began walking back into your dungeon. As you set this new crate by the door, you suddenly felt a heavy **** and found the ground swift approaching as you fell down.

Looking swiftly to your side, you discover that you have been tackle hugged by an apparently crying Sahara. You slowly pat her head with your hand as you have no idea what to do as she continues to nuzzle into your body.

Between sobs she manages to get out a few words, "How can I- How could I ever-" You manage to calm her down slightly by petting her head and wrapping your other arm around to return her embrace. She finally manages to find her words, "I don't know how I can thank you for everything you have done for me."

You sit in confusion for a moment, not quite understanding what she meant. Then it hits you. You just came back from a poorly explained expedition with a crate of food you just handed to a somewhat starving woman. Of course it was a much bigger deal than it had seemed to you.

That aside, you had also made the first structure you had ever built be a water source that she could most certainly tell only helped her. In honest, you actually had done quite a lot for her, it just had come so naturally you hadn't thought of being repaid.

As she continues to hug you and sob tears of both joy and pain in remembering her hardship, you begin to wonder just how long you should be ready to stay laying on the ground for.