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NOTE 1 – RIPPLES IN THE SAND

A month has passed since I left Sen’s body lying at the bottom of the cliff, back in
Esteran. The last sight of him haunted my nights, preventing me from the rest I so much
needed. Through the fog of insomnia, I wandered across the land, my feet headed towards the
rising Sun. I played in many inns along the way, trading for food and shelter. Sadness must
make a good show, as my performances attracted each time a small crowd.
At some inn I stopped in, near a well deep on the borders of the desert, I heard some
merchant talking about a caravan which passed here just a few hours ago. It was headed towards
El’Aärth, but would stop in Val’Ion on its way. The name of the city I grew in stirred my senses,
calling me a bit out of my stupor. I flew out of the inn, running north where I thought the
caravan should be. The sand slowed my pace, but so would be slowed the caravan. The head
start it had could before the night.
And indeed, I reached the caravan in the deep of the night. I stood out of the fire’s light,
waiting till morning to try an approach. There, lying in the sand with Metronome’s heat on my
chest, after three days of running, at last I got the rest I so longed for. I woke in the morning to
the shouts of merchants readying to leave.

This caravan had a good size; some rich merchants might be travelling with it. Indeed, it
didn’t prove itself that hard to convince a few families they needed music to distract them for
the rest of the trip. They agreed to share the price for water and food. The performance I gave
this night around the fire achieved to persuade the caravan to welcome me.
After everyone has gone to sleep, and I remained alone near the fire, I felt an urge I had
not had in the last month. As much as I wanted to forget, someone had to remember how Sen
met his death. All of this has to be consigned to the ink and paper.
Here I am, and I remember.


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