Role

Chapter 3

| A storm brewed off in the distance over the broiling sands. Zheynen
knew nothing of the world he was in. Though surely the thunderstorm meant
there was water, and possibly life somewhere.

| This freak occurrence likely saved his life. As rare is it to see a
thunderstorm in the desert, rarer still that it sit so perfectly on the edge
of the desert. Leading Zheynen to safety rather than allowing him to
endlessly wander the desert till his supplies dwindled.

|When he first passed into the gates of Hamsah, he was stunned by the
primitiveness of everything. In turn he found himself faced with curious and
sometimes downright hostile stares. As he gawked his way through the city he
bumped into a small gnome who was attempting to peddle textiles in the middle
of the busy market street.

| Zheynen gawked at the little man for a moment, before fumbling with a
small loop that he placed upon his ear. At first, the gnomes confused face
only seemed to garble each word further, but with a second to focus he found
the creatures words a understandable if not jumbled.

| With the aid of at least one still working device Zheynan managed to
haggle his way into some clothing by trading a few shiny, if not now
completely worthless artifacts.

| Rid of his outlandish garb he set out through the city before finding
himself in the library of Hamsah Mutaaz. Fortune was smiling upon him admist
the poor luck he'd had so far, both of the translational pieces created for
just such emergencies were effectively doing their jobs. Even if nothing else
worked he would be able to adapt.