He thought being exiled to the desert was the end of his life.
A pond occupied by orcs, a faded old flag, and a stone that hasn't woken up in seventeen days.
When the last drop of water is about to drain out, when the cavalry escorting him is preparing to turn back, when the orcs' footprints on the sand dunes to the north have not been flattened by the wind -
The stone finally jumped for the first time.
Intention: Bones are buried in the wasteland, I am the pillar