"We made it, didn't we?" you say. "It might not be what I had hoped, but aren't you happy that our journey is at an end?"
"Hardly," replies Kral, gesturing toward the rest of your tribe, who have now caught up with you and stand at the entrance to the valley. "They were promised sanctuary among rolling pastures, not a shallow grave in the mountains."
In the hours that follow, the caravan moves into the valley, and your tribespeople climb from their carts and horses and take their first steps into their new home. As soon as your yurt is set up, you step inside, keen to spend some time by yourself to think. Did the gods deceive you? And if so, why would they do such a thing?
The sound of the tent flap being pushed aside disturbs your reverie, and you look up to see Seramet entering the yurt.
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