The sun raged in the sky, while the sand burned in the ground.
Old small tents with holes in its hide spread meters close to each other inside the small fenced village. on the entrance, there was words carved into a rock. it said; 'Tribe of the boar.'
"Sandworm, a fight is the last thing we want. If you simply give what we need we will be on our way." A man with red striped paint on his exposed chest spoke.
Sandworm with his two-meter tall stature stood with a frown and crossed arms, he opened his mouth when a child suddenly held his leg. He looked down
A woman quickly rushed and took the child away.
Sandworm looked up to continue the talk, the man who was speaking suddenly looked at the young man beside him. He was the only one on top of a lizard mount. The young man looked at the woman and smiled lewdly at the man.
