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We climbed onto our impatient hadab and continued on our way. I sidled up to Xander who's hands were now bandaged. "So is that what they do out here for sport? Race rafts on sand?"
Xander nodded. "Yes. It is an ancient sport and also a rite of passage for many of their men."
"So how was that race supposed to end Tillit's story?" I asked him.
Tillit trotted up beside me, and glanced past me and at Xander. "I believe I shall finish this story, My Lord."
Xander smiled and bowed his head. "As you wish."
Tillit readjusted himself in his saddle and cleared his throat. "As I was saying, one of the men inside the city was a sailor in his youth, so he devised a plan. Most of the wood was already burnt for cooking, but he got just enough to make a small raft. The wealthy women of t
