Tales From a Thousand Worlds

They raced back through the streets of Hafrata towards the barracks, the humans hard pressed to keep up with Nhaqosa’s long strides. As heavy set as he was, his legs ate up the distance with each step.

Dusk was nearing by the time they approached the barracks. The desert men and their beastly companions had yet to arrive, though not all of Nhaqosa’s band had returned from their explorations of the city yet either. Two of the small groups still remained out there somewhere.

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Even before dawn had broken, Vasra Fal and his men departed, marching out from the barracks and leaving not a man of their company behind. The storm that had blown so fierce during the night had abated by the time they left, leaving behind a fresh layer of sand and dust that coated everything. It had even worked its way inside through gaps in windows and the doors.

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