"OUR JOURNEY THROUGH THE HIGH SANDS, from the Great Canyon of Dementa's camp has lasted a fortnight. While the adventures we've encountered have been both daring and surreal, I do not wish to keep us beneath this scorch for longer than is needed. In an hour now, we'll have reached the border of Grone's territory. And our Rebellion shall begin!"
Rafel said this as the full march of his company stood on a small hill. This was the last closest dune to the obelisk that rounded off Zaftig's own hold.
From this elevation, the group could all see the stark tents marking Grone's haven, spread in the sand in the formation of a military cantonment. It was quite the site; strides of hundreds of Deathlies clothed in unruly [desert gear], striding about huge canvas stalls, milling in corners together. Even from here, Rafel could see those among who were part machine.
