You had made an uneasy alliance with Misesu Robinson early on in the race, hoping to have at least one ally to watch your back on the dangerous trails. Robinson had similarly wanted a partner, thinking he would make an alliance with someone suitably capable, but less skilled than him of course, and dispatch them when the finish line was in view.

Surprisingly however, he had grown somewhat fond of you as the days wore on. Now, just after sunset, the dark of the desert around you was illuminated by your campfire, the warm glow flickering across the rocks. You knelt by the fire, working on warming up some provisions while your horses both stood nearby, resting after a hard day's ride. Robinson sat close to the fire, watching you closely with his one good eye.