>>5419767thenk
>>5419766>>5419785>Head towards the palanquinYou wrench your gaze away from the ziggurat and head down the steps, the sun beating down on your back. Around the palanquin, which is more a bed if you are to be honest, stand the four bearers, and three other slaves, one holding a fan, the other a strange parasol of reeds and painted baubles. The third, wearing a distinctive headband, bows first as you approach, then takes his place at the head of the procession. You notice two new guards come down the steps behind you, making your royal escort a whopping four men. You are not sure whether to be relieved at the apparent safety of the city, or distraught at the thought of what you will find in the barracks.
The official bows again as you clamber into the litter. The fan begins to wave, and the man holding the parasol slips cunningly to walk beside you in such a manner that the sun's rays cannot reach you. The bearers lift you up smoothly, and the procession lurches forward, heading down the road and into the ziggurat's shadow.
>"What is our exact route?">"The streets are bustling today.">"We ought to stop for refreshments along the way.">WRITE-INSleep soon, maybe time for one more
