“It is curious that even the most lonely nomad wonders if a deity watches over them. I used to think they just needed someone to blame. I thought we were on our own spiritually, but at least we’re not alone physically. I could live with that...but, now…” - Bayek, Nomad


    “This is nothing. My footing is sure and my fingers are like fish-hooks,” Bayek thought as he began to shimmy after Athia. “And Athia, you climb with such ease…what trials did you face to have grown up so quickly?”


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    “They won’t need horses to catch me like this,” Athia thought.


    “‘A cursed city of white, only found when you are looking for it.’” the words repeated in Athia’s mind.