A visitor. How nice.

I used to be in the Sandstorm, but it didn't pay well enough to justify the long hours.

This is no better, though. I thought reconnaisance would be flashy, exciting.

But here I am, squatting in a Humnaz tent, trying not to breathe through my nose.

My mother was right. I should've been a merchant like she was.

"What, this isn't glamorous enough?"