Decisions

Islana - You make your mind up and make to leave the camp. The man does not try to stop you or convince you to reconsider your decision. He simply shrugs amused, that one would choose almost certain death in the desert.

He grins and sist back near his fire indulging himself on the nicely roasted, succulent, fat dripping mutton, as he watches you walk away, your stomach grumbling loudly.

You try and put some distance between yourself and the camp and you know you need to find some place to rest for the evening too. The moon is high in the sky. Not quite full yet but nevertheless it sends a shiver down your spine, bringing back unpleasant memories and questions that maybe you have used all your luck.

You place on foot in front of the other. ~Damn that lamb sure looked tasty...~

*Stomach grumbles*