You walk up to yet another cloaked figure, this time it's neither black clad nor white. He is wearing sand colored robes. You almost didnt notice him, as his robes blend in to the stone. He is carrying a large staff, a skull of a fearsome sand creature mounted on the top. He has shaggy hair and his robes are old and torn. Welcome, warrior, to my dwelling. The man coughs and continues his sentence. I have been searching for a new set of robes, if you could be so kind as to lend me some new robes, I would be able to answer you any 1 question.