| Savintus stumbled and fell. He had walked all day, with no rest. In his mind seeds of doubt had already begun worming their way through his trust: That man was crazy. What if he lied to me? Maybe he was trying to steal my business. Lately, these thoughts had come more often, with increasing intensity. The sun beat down on his back, a rough plain before him, Omun already out of sight. He got up, took one more step and collapsed. So this is how it ends, he thought miserably, wishing he had thought to take some food and water, maybe even one of his expensive carriages. He had no idea how long he lay there, but after a great while, he felt water being sprinkled on his back. He was rolled over and shook gently, then water sprinkled on his tongue to loosen it up.
"Wah", he asked dazedly.
"I found you laying here," replied an elderly man, "I'm on my way to Holdan, I think I have room in the back of the wagon for you if you need a ride."
Savintus thanked him, and gratefully took the ride to Holdan.
Holdan was a small town, with less than a hundred inhabitants. Most of the houses were more like shacks and shanties, with a few slightly more sturdy wooden houses towards the center of town. The old man lived on the outskirts of the town, in a small but sturdy shack with shade from most of the few trees that graced the town.
As he got out, Savintus was once again repulsed by the appearance of the town. He had been here before, in a caravan in his youth. He was disgusted then as well.
Savintus began to regret being born.
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