123 Sting
Janus stayed with Haruna for a few more minutes of chatting. The stars above arranged themselves into a swirl of glowing lights. A sight that he could never get tired of. He was about to call it a night when he heard the commotion coming from the wagons. He heard the shuffling of feet and the rustling of the sand. He stood and approached the source of the noise. He found Skeeter and his group of thugs scattering about looking for something. They unraveled the roof of the wagon, and found Grotash inside, slumped on the seats where the elf once stayed. The ropes and chains that were tied to her were now transferred to the sleeping orc. "On no, oh no, not again! Everyone moves slowly; we don't want to disturb the sand too much. We need to follow her tracks," Skeeter yelled. Bu
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