He went to the Red Mountains

The territory of the "Red Mountains" was very mysterious and unknown to his people. It had this name thanks to the red-colored clay that formed tall mountains that were covered in tall, dry, grass, bushes, and small trees with crooked trunks. It was habited not only by rabbits, goats, and shepherds but also by multiple barbaric groups, orc tribes, and scary desert creatures.

"A harsh place, difficult to live in but nice to start an adventure!" He said.

After walking for some time on the dirt road that started to take him more and more up the mountains, the landscape soon started to change, just like the heat. He didn't know why, but it appeared that the sun just seemed to get hotter and hotter, even though he wasn't many hours away from his village. "How do people live like this?" he thought.

He always heard scary stories about these mountains and the desert before them. Tales about young adventures that were dragged off their tents at night and brought to markets. There, they were sold to rich futa sultans and became their playthings, or, sold to orc warlords, becoming the green-skinned shemales "husband", sometimes even being shared through the tribe... These memories almost made Erik give up his choice of going to that city, but as he touched the wooden sword on his belt, he felt his confidence revigorated.

As the sun soon started to die in the distance and the temperature started to drop at an alarming rate, he realized he was still very far away from the city of Rashgad and decided to find a place to set his camp...