The Evil Dog Named Heat

The lordly sun beats heavily upon the anvil of this day, bring forth much heat. With the alliance of the Sleep Wizard, fatigue has crept it's greedy little fingers in to my bones, that now groan under the exhaustion of this heat. The hypnotic grind of the Slave Pit, lulls my weakened skull into the grey lands of slumber. A challis of the Dew of the Mountain awaits me in its emerald beauty. As well as the Flat Bread of Carbos. I shall slay this evil dog, named heat!