The Eremite stood with his back pressed against a palm tree, which provided little relief from the hot sun of Caravan Ribat. Between overseeing goods through the desert and staying out of sight from the Matra enforcement, he allowed himself a short break in the village dividing the rainforest and the desert.

He glanced up when he noticed someone approaching him. He could already imagine his pockets growing heavier with mora, as the stranger would no doubt have a job offer for him.

"Time to go to work."