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Kade's life had changed forever following his trip to Annuakat.
What a wild ride, right? What an absolutely wild ride. From the Tower of Tribulations, to meeting Empress Medja in person, to finally being inducted into the ranks of the Imperial Hands, one thing had led to another and here he was now. For years he had roamed the streets of Ragash as a petty thief, stealing food and coin to ensure that his younger siblings, Aisha and Tahir, didn't have to go hungry too often.
Now he actually had a grander purpose, something beyond the mere scope of wondering what was for dinner tonight. Now, as a Quartz Hand, he could put aside his thieving fingers (which could have easily gotten him into a heap of trouble, trying to pickpocket Fieravene of all people in Annuakat) and help his family more than ever before. Big brother. Good son. This was how he could do those even better.
This assignment was looking to be as simple and straightforward as his previous two. Deliver the sealed letter from Emir Usman Mellish of Ragash to Emir Hamad Feyid of Nymenur. Easy. Nothing like some of the things that the Sapphire Hands, Emerald Hands or, worst of all, the Onyx Hands had to deal with. Yeah, those Onyx Hands had it rough alright.
For Kade? All he really had to do was spend a little time looking for a suitably large and well-defended caravan or adventuring group heading out in the direction he was going and hop along with them. Pretty easy to do now, especially once he flashed his Quartz Hand insignia. Maybe it wasn't that way throughout the whole of the Empire, but in Ragash at least, nobody gave any of the Hands any lick of attitude. Which worked for Kade juuust fine. It was kinda nice to feel a bit like a king for once.
So here he was now. Stopping along with the caravan he was riding with in a small desert town (Kaluum, he thought the name was) halfway between Ragash and Nymenur as the sun dipped lower in the sky. Evening splashed all above in shades of orange and red.
Behind him, the sound of camels and their baggage rattling, the caravaneers working out how best to hitch them securely and efficiently to posts for the night. Kade, meanwhile, was entering Kaluum proper. One thing he learned traveling with caravans: make sure to get to the inn first if you were overnighting in a town. You got the best pick of rooms that way.
And so up the street of hard-packed sand he went.
Unaware of being watched.
Raena Mirrsyn
What a wild ride, right? What an absolutely wild ride. From the Tower of Tribulations, to meeting Empress Medja in person, to finally being inducted into the ranks of the Imperial Hands, one thing had led to another and here he was now. For years he had roamed the streets of Ragash as a petty thief, stealing food and coin to ensure that his younger siblings, Aisha and Tahir, didn't have to go hungry too often.
Now he actually had a grander purpose, something beyond the mere scope of wondering what was for dinner tonight. Now, as a Quartz Hand, he could put aside his thieving fingers (which could have easily gotten him into a heap of trouble, trying to pickpocket Fieravene of all people in Annuakat) and help his family more than ever before. Big brother. Good son. This was how he could do those even better.
This assignment was looking to be as simple and straightforward as his previous two. Deliver the sealed letter from Emir Usman Mellish of Ragash to Emir Hamad Feyid of Nymenur. Easy. Nothing like some of the things that the Sapphire Hands, Emerald Hands or, worst of all, the Onyx Hands had to deal with. Yeah, those Onyx Hands had it rough alright.
For Kade? All he really had to do was spend a little time looking for a suitably large and well-defended caravan or adventuring group heading out in the direction he was going and hop along with them. Pretty easy to do now, especially once he flashed his Quartz Hand insignia. Maybe it wasn't that way throughout the whole of the Empire, but in Ragash at least, nobody gave any of the Hands any lick of attitude. Which worked for Kade juuust fine. It was kinda nice to feel a bit like a king for once.
So here he was now. Stopping along with the caravan he was riding with in a small desert town (Kaluum, he thought the name was) halfway between Ragash and Nymenur as the sun dipped lower in the sky. Evening splashed all above in shades of orange and red.
Behind him, the sound of camels and their baggage rattling, the caravaneers working out how best to hitch them securely and efficiently to posts for the night. Kade, meanwhile, was entering Kaluum proper. One thing he learned traveling with caravans: make sure to get to the inn first if you were overnighting in a town. You got the best pick of rooms that way.
And so up the street of hard-packed sand he went.
Unaware of being watched.
Raena Mirrsyn