Snippet #2518964

Rahiq couldn't help but burst out in laughter. Truly, the people of this land were insane. Back in the desert, chances were that if you gave a weary traveler a drop of water, they would stab you and take all your belongings. Especially if you were of Rahiq's tribe, as her vividly coloured hair so easily betrayed. To her, Richter's selfless actions were akin a child's, not yet aware of the true nature of the world. It was naive, but rather cute at the same time.

Rahiq, after having almost choked herself, came to. “I suppose I should thank you,” She said, although she spoke those words carefully and restrained. Rahiq still wasn't quite sure what she could expect from her saviour. Reardless, Rahiq accepted Richter's offer for the room; she was in no position to turn him down and even a carpet was a better place to sleep than she'd had in what felt like years. She followed Richter to his room and curled up on the floor under his cloak. Shortly after the lights went off and Rahiq was left alone with her thoughts on what to do next... Where had she ended up...