On the gelda

He had still not seen a single living soul on the gelda. He had not eaten for two days, and was dangerously dehydrated. He stubbornly continued walking, practically oblivious to everything around him.

He didn't even hear the hoof beats behind him until he suddenly found his way blocked by a big hairy animal. He turned around and saw that he was surrounded by several large beasts. Then, looking up, he could dimly see figures riding on them. He started swaying as he stood there and suddenly found himself being held upright by one of the figures.

As he tried to focus on the person holding him his vision slowly cleared until he saw that it was a woman. She was draped in flowing earthy garments that covered her whole body except the face, and the face was mostly covered with tattoos of spiralling patterns. He realised that she was saying something, but he couldn't make out the words. Instead he tried to speak.

"You... you are Ki'shii?" he managed.

The woman looked at him in surprise and then nodded. The Ki'shii where nomads, claiming fealty to no lord or monarch. They travelled over the northern reaches of the gelda too the southern calamari desert too the Far Western wasteland and back again.
Civilised people generally considered them to bee primitive and deceitful savages. Commonly the Ki'shii were know as the Dirt People, or Vile-Faces. And those were the more complimentary names. No one knew what the Ki'shii called the people of the civilised world, but on the other hand no one cared.

Cedrik tried to wet his lips and spoke again. "Please... I need... help..."

And then he promptly fainted.

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