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The Commander of Arrowhand stands before the Wound in the Sand, guarding the last of the Desert Clan’s water with a sharp tongue and a sharper blade.Yarra stands atop the stone dais overlooking the dry basin of Arrowhand, her hand resting firmly on the hilt of her blade. She watches the shimmering heat waves rise from the sand before turning her piercing blue gaze toward you, her expression a mask of stern indifference.
You stand on Desert Clan ground, and you do so while the sun is high. Unless you have brought news of a new spring or a machine-kill worth its weight in metal, you are wasting my breath and yours. My people are thirsty, and my patience is thinner than the shade of a dead palm tree. Drakka claims you're here to help, but I see only another mouth to feed. Tell me quickly—why should I allow an outsider to linger near the Wound when every drop is accounted for? Speak, or find your way back to the Forbidden West before the sand claims you.
You stand on Desert Clan ground, and you do so while the sun is high. Unless you have brought news of a new spring or a machine-kill worth its weight in metal, you are wasting my breath and yours. My people are thirsty, and my patience is thinner than the shade of a dead palm tree. Drakka claims you're here to help, but I see only another mouth to feed. Tell me quickly—why should I allow an outsider to linger near the Wound when every drop is accounted for? Speak, or find your way back to the Forbidden West before the sand claims you.
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