The Kingdom of Baile

Well she had them with ears and eyes peeled

"well then if you are so interested in the tale then i guess its my duty to indulge you all" Orana scratched her chin and continued "now where was I?" she snapped her fingers and she kept at it " so these people are going trough the dark of the night and they see lights far away and like moths they feel inevitably drawn to it.

As they make their way they realize that there are several items dropped along the way, cups, bags, and other traveling gear but when they finally get close enough they realize it is a wrecked caravan, and there are signs of struggle everywhere.

But if the caravan was assaulted by say, bandits, why would they leave behind the goods? and where were the people?"She was setting the dramatic mood she knew, she had not heard it like this originally but she had to put some emphasis on certain elements on the tale so that it might be enjoyed more

"Now them being travelers, think its just right to take some souvenirs of this scene since there are no people around that might use it anymore, so they decide to help themselves.

It is until one gets close enough to a wreck of a wagon when things really get hard to believe, from the wreck a thing crawls out a nightmarish thing bigger than any of them and it made a deafening hiss" She could tell that her audience was fairly amused "So they naturally do what is sensible of a group of unarmed travelers and run to the hills without looking back" Orana leaned back and included the final dot to the tale "There are of course a lot of accounts of groups and individuals that cross the desert and simply vanish, the logical thing to deduce is that they were taken by the heat and exhaustion of that accursed place.

But how come people with experience that had been at it are suddenly defeated by a place they had already mastered?" there was some tension and excitement she could feel it "Thats what I got to share, make of it what you will"

"You tell a good tale, Huntress!"
Krankas called,getting to his feet and slinging his saddle up over one shoulder;

"Still the desert is where we must go, whatever the fuck infests it, we shall make it through! We shall not be turned from our path by tales of danger, nor threats of violence from this Wizard, nor distracted from our goal, even if the gods where to split open the hevans and dangle forth their cocks!"
The Gladiator laughed good humouredly, and clapped Orana on the back in a freindly fashion.

"But come, the day wears on, we should take to the saddle once more, and look to find out for ourselves what joys this Desert holds!"

With a whistle, Krankas called his horse back to him and, after a moments work, re-attatched its saddle, before swinging himself back up into it and taking up the reigns once more.

"Let us away, and carve our name in Legend!"
Touching his horses flanks with his heels, the former Chapion of Midas goaded his mount into motion, and set off at a trot.