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Monday morning, Mikney walks through the fort as though under a spell. He doesn't respond to anyone speaking to him, just goes forward, one foot after another, until he reaches the gates to the outside. There, he pauses, standing still for minutes, perhaps.
Then, he snaps out of his reverie.
"Enough!" he yells, and the roar of the sandstorm abruptly stops.
Outside, the day is sunny, and warm; though there's still gritty sand everywhere, the plants and such outside seem to be faring well.
The caravan is hastily made ready, and sets out again just after noon.
The guards have been pretty lax about silk the last few days, especially for people not physically in the presence of the Royal Family. Everything, upon beginning of the journey, is rechecked; all those with magical abilities are bound.
Politely.
For his part, Mikney waits patiently and silently, watching everything around him. He will respond if spoken to.
All other relevant NPCs may be tagged before/during the caravan's travels.
Then, he snaps out of his reverie.
"Enough!" he yells, and the roar of the sandstorm abruptly stops.
Outside, the day is sunny, and warm; though there's still gritty sand everywhere, the plants and such outside seem to be faring well.
The caravan is hastily made ready, and sets out again just after noon.
The guards have been pretty lax about silk the last few days, especially for people not physically in the presence of the Royal Family. Everything, upon beginning of the journey, is rechecked; all those with magical abilities are bound.
Politely.
For his part, Mikney waits patiently and silently, watching everything around him. He will respond if spoken to.
All other relevant NPCs may be tagged before/during the caravan's travels.