How sad and lonely your skies must be. And your ground. I suppose they at least have snakes.

[This, again, to Ribbon, with great fondness. Val twists his wrist again to follow her path, which is now going up his arm. His shirtsleeve is rolled and tucked and shoved up over his elbow; she slides against it, inquisitive.]

Which of the mages do you favor for this task? Our sampling is something. I think Nevarra is such a strange country. It breeds strangeness. I do like the mummies. Do they have mummies in Kale-Vahed?