Amos had a blank looked plastered across his face as his brothers and sisters had given to Man their gifts. He found it only fitting to give the small creatures a gift, for they would most likely not survive without it. He descended to earth, and appeared before the man and the woman as they are drinking from Human.

"I am Amos, God of Sands. I have created the ground you walk on." Amos said, his small figure betraying his booming voice that seemed to surround the area they inhabited. "I am proud of this fact, and I am proud of you, so I bestow upon thee a gift." Amos spoke. He turned away from the petty mortals, and began building up the sand, solidifying it and turning it into sandstone. With a few masterful strokes of the hand, he had built up a small shelter for the humans, as well as two slabs to rest their objects or themselves on under it. "This is shelter. It will protect you from Slatera's flying beast, and will allow you a place to rest. For it is the first of its kind it needs a name, and it shall be called Home."

And with that, Amos returned to his place with his other gods, content with the gift he had given Man. Hopefully, with the wisdom Cyrilla had given them, they would understand how to replicate this structure, and improve upon it, though he did doubt the humans could.