Threads/Elsewhere

The one who lived in the /Mast? was a recluse. His pelt bore the scars of many battles - most, admittedly, had been against the sails and ropes, but enough against kindred to give him a certain reputation.

The one who lived in the /Mast? was a thinker. He had held on to his /Reason far longer than most ever do. There wasn't a morning when he didn't consider going to the priests; but his pride held him in check.

The one who lived in the /Mast? was a /Ginger.

These were the end times, aye; just as it was said by the oldest of the /Black?, so they all felt it. The reigning /Peshawar? was way too young; her predecessors having rejected the /Ceremony? and gone /Elsewhere - the last three in a row. What had their minds balked at accepting? The youngling had no answers. Whatever it was, she would have to deal with it, in time. The dunes hold no mercy.