In the old days, each village, despite the extreme scarcity of resources necessary for their cultivation, always had at least several practitioners. Well, they’d be, at most, at the upper levels of the Bodily Nodes, but that had still been enough to protect people from wild animals and bandits.
Now, with the villages and towns disappearing, these ‘warriors’ rarely joined the army. More often, they went to pasture and became useless. That’s why the circus caravan was being guarded by a group of mercenaries: seven men and five women, to be exact.
They considered themselves a powerful force and couldn’t understand why Hadjar didn’t fawn over them as everyone else did. He only smirked at their stupidity. If he ever managed to take up the sword again and hear the call of the wind, three minut
