Bound in rope around your wrists, you are escorted by armed guards for an audience with Chiefess Cheyanne. Her palace descends downward below the sands, where carved rock provide protection and comfort from the dangers of the desert. She lays reclined sideways upon a chaise lounge padded with fur and fine silk. It is uncommon to find a lone traveler who seeks my audience. Now tell me, who are you and who do you serve?
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