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Adana, TurkeyAs the sun reached its zenith, Guram entered the agricultural complex. He had recovered from his injuries and his mornings were once again spent in prayer and study. There was much to learn in his path through the ranks of the Brotherhood, but the Order was not just about books and learning, it was also about practical work and commerce. Today’s meeting could be lucrative indeed.
He pulled thick gloves from his pocket, the leather well-worn and molded to his hands. He would never dare to enter without these and other protection against Her many ways of stinging, pricking or poisoning.
People out there in the world thought nothing of sampling berries from hedgerows or foraging for mushrooms, boiling up strange leaves for tea without knowing that one mistake could kill them
