The Storyteller touches the spear fragment. When he speaks, his voice sounds weak and depressed. "We've been w

The Storyteller touches the spear fragment. When he speaks, his voice sounds weak and depressed. "We've been walking for ten days. The caravan's owner is swearing and scratching himself — seems the fat slob got some bad mosquito bites. I think he's regretting his decision to bypass the border guard through a smuggling route. Half the porters have upset stomachs, likely due to drinking water from the stream I found yesterday. I guess there must have been a reason it reeked. I walk in the front, trying to seem respectable and intimidating. Otherwise, they might realize I'm lost."