With the threat in this city dealt with, we made our way back towards the capital to reconvene with the Sultana and fill her in on what happened here, get her opinion on what we should have done and rest for a day as we gave Anput the time she needed to forge our new gear.
That was the plan, but since we were traveling amongst the routes that the Sultana had planned out for us to make communication over the vastness of the desert easier, we were met with a rushing Death Jackal who handed us a letter, penned by the Sultana herself.
Her orders to change heading and make our way to a new city - or more specifically, the encampment she had set up outside of the city - came seemingly out of nowhere, but we began to make way without too many questions.
Whew~