🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

After tapping his forearm and sighing, Ghenza finally nods:
- You know how to persuade, you have charisma off the charts. I hope they won't be upset if they find out that there will be a result.

After hesitating for a moment and making sure no one was around:
- Let me tell you what I know. There really is a beauty imprisoned in the sands in this story, - he shows a photo. - Have you seen anything like it? A witch-flower. We need to extract her from this imprisonment and deliver her to Asuguh. I don't know why, but I have a feeling that it might be related to the current geopolitical situation. Maybe they want to get her support; they won't waste their time on some small fry. Please don't ask who exactly, I'm already pushing the limits of what's acceptable. Besides, it doesn't really matter; almost any guess in the dark might not be far from the truth. I'll just say that this is a mission in the interests of Asuguh. In any case, she doesn't need to rot in Calcite. So... she definitely won't go willingly, and even if she did, it would be difficult to explain at the checkpoint. I also don't rule out the possibility that we are not the only ones with this task, which means we need to get ahead of them. But there is a way to get her out - through an abandoned tunnel under the wall on the border. And to get to it, you'll have to break through the sands. Four light bodies, and such a heavy load in their hands - you understand, it's not an easy task, but it must be done. If not us, then no one.
He puts the photo away.
- That's the whole story. Listening from the outside, it seems like we're just a bunch of freaks, no better than the local cannibals. But I believe in the guys and in Asuguh. Even if this is wishful thinking, and I'm wrong in all my assumptions, I can't let this chance slip through my fingers. These are the times that the Anuzish wheel has thrown us into.