"Thraos!" Thohak's voice was like grating rocks.
The flaps lifted and Thraos got inside. "Yes father," he asked.
"Thraos, you are to go with them and find what evil is lurking in the northern lands," he commanded.
"As you wish, father," Thraos bowed.
"Wait, just like that! Don't you have any more questions?" Nibur frowned.
"What my father says is the word of the sand god, and I believe In those words," Thraos replied.
"You are a good son, Thraos. Now bid the people that need to know about your leaving," Thohak bided him to leave.
"Can we go with him? I kind of want to see this place," Chaenath whispered.
"You may," Thohak heard that. Chaenath still didn't know whether he was smiling or not.
Thraos lifted the flap and the rest went with him. "You don't need to come with me," he said and looked away.
"Oh, but we insist," Chaenath smirked sensing something interesting.