They came upon us while I had Saffira pinned beneath me and was preparing to haul him back to the wagon. I will maintain that I had the upper hand, though he and I had traded that position several times during our bout. Neither of us was to be successful because while I had him pinned, we were set upon by a number of the nomadic travelers who roam the deserts of Cabaral.
IhimI first noticed something amiss when a patch of sand behind the wagon took the shape of a man. I squinted and saw that it had been a man all along. His skin was the color of sand, as were his clothes. Even his hair, and eyes, seemed the same shade, both rich and colorless, as the desert around him. The others moved, and the moment they did it seemed impossible that I had not spotted them earlier. Though their colors m
