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''Tell me, brother, where are we off to? Your caravan must have come a long way already," Samarda asked her brother.
''The next major stop is the city of Almurbah, capital of the Azamoranid Sultanate. I hope to sell most of the cargo there.'' Naram explained.
''As you can see, we're near the Great Salt Lakes. I've made out the route already travelled in black; while in red you can see the places we have yet to see. From Almurbah, we'll travel on to the port city of Qasir, known for its bustling markets and sea. Then we'll go to our furthest point west, near the trading post of Araq, before we shall turn east, to the great lake of Hayra, where we'll stock up on water. Our last stop before we return to where we started is the tower-fortress of Minatyr, where we can sell the last of our ware, I hope. The westerling knights there always buy.'' He added the last part glumly.
The silver tower of Minatyr is interesting; no such structure was there in your time. Before you return in full, you should make certain to scope out what has changed here and there. From the top to the bottom.
''Naram, why do I have the feeling that those knights are related to those demons in the desert?''
He narrowed his eyes. "Because they are; ask Simbar for more details if you wish to satiate your curiosity."
Simbar was more than happy to oblige. ''Over the northern mountain range lie the demon hills. They are usually kept in check there by the order of the silver flame, though one or two do slip through sometimes. We do not know where they come from, but the priests there say they are a stranded remnant of an invading army, not yet cleaned up, as their portal was apparently closed.''
He cut himself off when he saw Naram looking at him. "Don't look at me like that; I read it in a book once. Those priests there are more than happy to explain it to you."
Oh They might not know where they come from, but you knew better. Lowly, vicious little creatures, who you would gladly let serve in your armies if it weren't for the fact you needed to keep them on a short leash, and they were never particularly loyal. And you had some idea of what had been going on here. A demon got it into his head that he could invade this world and rule it, but that wouldn't do. A dark lord doesn't brook pretenders, demon, mortal or otherwise.
But Samarda had already changed the topic.
''What about the great spiders?'' she asked.
''They're a rarity these days; most can stay in hibernation for up to four decades, so whenever one emerges, the nomads hunt and kill it before it can mate. The last one was seen three years ago near Almurbah, but it was killed before it could cause any harm," he replied. Samarda nodded, her curiosity satisfied for the moment.
''The next major stop is the city of Almurbah, capital of the Azamoranid Sultanate. I hope to sell most of the cargo there.'' Naram explained.
''As you can see, we're near the Great Salt Lakes. I've made out the route already travelled in black; while in red you can see the places we have yet to see. From Almurbah, we'll travel on to the port city of Qasir, known for its bustling markets and sea. Then we'll go to our furthest point west, near the trading post of Araq, before we shall turn east, to the great lake of Hayra, where we'll stock up on water. Our last stop before we return to where we started is the tower-fortress of Minatyr, where we can sell the last of our ware, I hope. The westerling knights there always buy.'' He added the last part glumly.
The silver tower of Minatyr is interesting; no such structure was there in your time. Before you return in full, you should make certain to scope out what has changed here and there. From the top to the bottom.
''Naram, why do I have the feeling that those knights are related to those demons in the desert?''
He narrowed his eyes. "Because they are; ask Simbar for more details if you wish to satiate your curiosity."
Simbar was more than happy to oblige. ''Over the northern mountain range lie the demon hills. They are usually kept in check there by the order of the silver flame, though one or two do slip through sometimes. We do not know where they come from, but the priests there say they are a stranded remnant of an invading army, not yet cleaned up, as their portal was apparently closed.''
He cut himself off when he saw Naram looking at him. "Don't look at me like that; I read it in a book once. Those priests there are more than happy to explain it to you."
Oh They might not know where they come from, but you knew better. Lowly, vicious little creatures, who you would gladly let serve in your armies if it weren't for the fact you needed to keep them on a short leash, and they were never particularly loyal. And you had some idea of what had been going on here. A demon got it into his head that he could invade this world and rule it, but that wouldn't do. A dark lord doesn't brook pretenders, demon, mortal or otherwise.
But Samarda had already changed the topic.
''What about the great spiders?'' she asked.
''They're a rarity these days; most can stay in hibernation for up to four decades, so whenever one emerges, the nomads hunt and kill it before it can mate. The last one was seen three years ago near Almurbah, but it was killed before it could cause any harm," he replied. Samarda nodded, her curiosity satisfied for the moment.