Mandogren's Cry

Your camel is misbehaving.

It is also extremely hot, and what was once upon a time a fine, flowing cotton tunic is now a scratchy and heavy, and unpleasantly pasted to your back with a mixture of sand and sweat.

You're close to regretting making this journey, but there really was no alternative. The elders have called you from halfway around the world, and your bond to them is as strong as it ever was. Distance and time mean nothing to them, only obedience and loyalty matter. Up until a few weeks ago, you would have called yourself a free spirit, roaming the free world, and only doing a little business when it suited you. But the sudden searing pain in the raised scar on your left calf told you it was time to return home.

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