When I thought of the Kathani, the residents of the Khanate, I thought of large cities by the river, or small ones by a lake. I thought of dances, and singing, and banquets of strange foods.
Big surprise, the Kamajeen don't do that, especially not for prisoners.
In retrospect, it makes sense. As a nomadic people, they have fewer resources, spending more of their time surviving and less of it just relaxing.
Hm? Oh, yes. They didn't have a chain or noose on me, but I would find that I was regarded as a prisoner nonetheless. The Kamajeen don't bother with such things; why would they, when leaving the tribe was certain death?
Lucky me, that they hadn't adapted to the comparative luxury of our broken lands.
I had meant to get this chapter out yesterday, but my room-mates decided to hold a party in celebration of my new project. Guess it's true that you never realize what you have until it's gone; a shared jug of milk, some eggs, an omelet - these things apparently meant more to them than they did to me.
It's good to have friends; it kinda saddens me to leave them. That said, I like the paycheck; I'm still moving when the time comes.
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