The hot Australian sun has begun to dip over the horizon as our intrepidant adventures wander through the desert toward a

camp of an unknown bandit tribe.

I said bandant as a homage to Dave.

It's a homage.

Very good.

Up the front, a short and a tall bandit in inverted commas, one wearing a skull of human and one holding a flap of skin

with a curious brand upon it, you get closer and closer to the camp.

It's good, it's uncanny, isn't it?

Yeah.

It's unsettling.

It is.

In tow are two of your quote unquote prisoners, a idiot man and...

Beautiful as a dear newly born.

And a grumpy half-ork who has just survived not only an explosion which was disappointing,

but also a car that she dearly wanted being the thing that exploded.

As you walk toward the camp, you see some of the detail of it.

It is a rudimentary fort square in nature.

The walls are roughly hewn, corrugated iron.

Let me ask, are there any balconies around?

How tall of these walls?

Six foot tall!

These walls are coincidentally about the size of the height of the giant dwarf theater in Sydney.

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