He's half tempted to leave her there. She's not his problem, after all. Why should he care about some strange, foreign woman? He's never helped anyone else before so why should that change?
A sigh. A groan. A curse.
When Inko regains consciousness, she'll find herself tucked under a linen cloth with a gourd filled with water next to her. She appears to be inside a small cavern, hidden away from the sun. A napsack with jerky has also been left with her and some carvings in the wall read in crude hieratic:
no subject
He's half tempted to leave her there. She's not his problem, after all. Why should he care about some strange, foreign woman? He's never helped anyone else before so why should that change?
A sigh. A groan. A curse.
When Inko regains consciousness, she'll find herself tucked under a linen cloth with a gourd filled with water next to her. She appears to be inside a small cavern, hidden away from the sun. A napsack with jerky has also been left with her and some carvings in the wall read in crude hieratic:
"City north. Travel night."
But whoever moved her is nowhere in sight.]