The time stretches lazily towards full noon. Shadows get shorter and the tempereture rises by another few degrees. The city of Tethyr begins to slow beneath the steady beat of the sun and most of the trade stops until late evening when the condiitons are kinder.

Ankh walks slowly but steadily towards the city through the desert sands. After what seemes like hourshe reaches the great gates and convinces the guards to let him enter through a side door.

Flagging slightly he makes his way towards a public shelter set up against a tall white stone building. It is nothing more than a few faded sheets of cloth stretched across a frame, but it casts a welcome shadow onto the floor below. Ankh sits beneath the awning and wonders who else will end up waiting here until the sun is cool enough to travel by.

Verling walks slowly through the scorching city searching for a place to sleep and food. Seeing Ankh alone in the darkness and asks" I am Alone becouse I have no one to be with and no money but.... why are you here?

Schatten sat in the tavern drinking heavily. He was quiet known here and hadn't needed to pay for a drink. The bartender fetched him whatever he asked without question or haste. He quickly downed his sixth bottle and countined with his story of how he downed 3 of Talas's Imperial Guards. 'And they just speared their own damn leader straight through they door and into the street.' Several people cracked up at that.