A caravan returns from hauling water...

Mazur turned to Kihrain and chuckled. They had just received payment from the Caravan Master.

“It’s their money, but I think they are truly Mad.”

Kihrain nodded his head sagely in reply.

Mazur continued, “So much gold, so many camels...all to haul water across the desert…and then leave it there? They are truly mad….the Orath clan is assuredly on the decline.”

Kihrain shrugged his shoulders expressively. “I hear rumor they are after buried treasure…”

Mazur snorted…

Kihrain continued, “….a long journey across the Anvil of Harad….surely it is that act of mad, yet also brave men?”

Mazur looked at Kihrain…and then they both broke into laughter. A moment later, someone coughed quietly behind them. They turned and there stood a man weathered by sun and sand. He bowed respectfully.

“Peace be with you, I apologise for interrupting…I could not help but hear some of your comments. Would you mind if I asked you some questions? I would make it worth your while.” He held a purse that bulged invitingly.