Alec awoke to the unbearable heat that was a miserable excuse for existence on the Fifth Floor of Aincrad in the town of Fortaleza where nearly everything was made from stupid stupid sandstone. This entire floor was a giant desert filled with sand so why wouldn't the stones be made of it too Alec grumble to himself as he rolled over in too small bed and placed his feet on the already warm floor of the room he rented at the Desert Rose Inn here in the Floor's main town. He disliked every minute h