Me mum told me stories from her adventures when I was but a wee little pup. Adventures before she went to Havilon with Havilal and his expedition. On one such journey she found herself on the edge of the Whispering Dunes. Dat be the desert in the east of Hemdall, the continent I be from. So this place be beautiful by many accounts, but what can be so good about a bunch of sand right? It's all coarse, rough, and irritating. And it gets everywhere. Sand be just so annoying.
Well anyway. Me mum told me the name of the desert don't be just some made up shite like yer would think. The sands actually whisper! Who would have thought?! And I believe me mum. So when the conditions be just right, sun falling over the horizon, winds be strong enough to push over the dunes but nay strong enough to blast your ears off, when the first stars pops on the sky. You can hear the sands whisper! Whether it's the desert itself by winds making the sands sing, or some ancient stuck in dunes, or just a bunch of drunken assholes making fun of people, who knows. Sounds cool though right?