(I hope it's okay I continued this.)
Hot. That was the climate of the desert. Baron took out a bottle of water. He felt that it was no longer cold. "Heh. Just like at home," Baron joked to himself. He gulped down the water as fast as he could. He looked off into the distance. He saw a man wearing a black cloak approach. Baron ran over to him. "Who are you?" Baron asked the man. No response. "I said, who are you?" Baron shouted. The man took out his spear without saying a word. "Oh, I get it," Baron said throwing down his water bottle. He quickly reached into his napsack and pulled out his sword. "I'll beat you in a second!"
Baron circled the man. "So, you just fight everyone you see, or did you want to fight the legend know as Baron Keynard?" The man said nothing. This was annoying Baron. "Answer me won't ya!" Baron wanted to hear some noise, even if it was of his sword ripping his skin. "YYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Baron stabbed his sword through the man's chest. "Huh?" The man wasn't dead! "What have I gotten myself into?"