Trudge the trail. No end in sight, just dust upon dust. Picked bones guide your way. The dried remains of those who failed. Convex bloat of aimless pack animals long since without masters. You can't fail. You'll get it first to share at your own discretion. Along the way a straggler begs through cracked lips. Plunder all provisions and leave him with nothing but the promise of scavengers.
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