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Chapter Two: A Trail of Feathers

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Pieces of caravan lay scattered around the plain, interspersed with the corpses of the steed which had once pulled them. There were no human bodies. Oltaq lifted a wooden panel from the sand, watching as a couple of rodents scurried out from underneath, their shelter having been disturbed.

He had visited this tribe only last cycle, when the nomads had been carefree and jolly. They had laughed in response to his plea for caution; a life living in fear was not a life for them. This group of nomads had been undertaking the long journey to Westsea, in the hopes of catching and drying fish which they could then sell in Andria. As the city-state was land-locked, with not even a river passing through it, fish was a luxury which would fetch high prices. Money may not be especially useful to the nomads, but they would use the opportunity to upgrade their equipment and purchase new clothes. Rather, they would have.

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Chapter One: The Advisory

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It was the first day of the cycle, and the day upon which the Advisory was due to gather. The Great Hall was a large building which stood in the centre of the city, and it was from here that all government business would be conducted. The meeting room was not overly large; there were only a couple of paces between the table and the walls on all sides.

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