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M'kama watched the distance skirmish begin to unfold from above. He stood on the rooftops of the doctor's office in Schittle, which thankfully hadn't received too much damage from the crashing ship aside from it's now shattered windows. From it he had a view over the wall, into the desert. Raiding parties had arrived as soon as the dust settled. Foolish scavengers desperate to collect something before they even had a clue as to what it was. And thus cause needless death.

M'kama drew out three cards from his pouch at random. "Needless death will occur. With no time to give the bodies a proper burial. At least most will have their weapons in hand..." he noted idly as he examined one card with interest. "But one such death will be a catalyst..." he sighed, placing the cards back in their pouch. "Maybe there's a point to this after all..." he wondered aloud, sitting down on the rooftop and drawing out a wine filled canteen to drink from.