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The first of many stops throughout my travels was an extraordinarily sketchy shack out in the middle of nowhere. Trust me when I say this, a shack is the kindest word I can give it. In reality, it was a decrepit wooden hut that was riddled with holes. Hardly the type a place a diamond of my stature belongs. But alas, I had no control over where I travelled. I could barely see out of the cart itself, my only view was from the tiny cracks in between the planks of wood used to construct our vehicle. Notably, the cart itself I was traveling on wasn’t exactly the highest of quality. Especially compared everything else around me, armed guards for example. Anyways, when we arrived to this shack, I knew something was going to happen. I was …show more content…

Even worse, he was upset that his offer was refused. He was so upset, in fact, that it turned to the point of violence. Luckily, this is what the guards were there for, and they swiftly made quick work of him. We left that shack with a poor man’s left hand, and the blood of two servants on our dagger’s. Luckily, that was more than enough to subdue him. Without delay, I was put back into the cart, and we continued along our way. I would later discover that we were heading to Constantinople, the most active trading hub of all within the ancient world. Sadly, In order to get there we had to travel through miles of barren desert. It was terrible, nothing around us but sand for days. With amazing attractions such as sand, sand, and you guessed it, even more sand. Nevertheless, I refused to just sit there and do nothing. After all, I wasn’t alone in the cart. There were other precious minerals, who had all stayed relatively quiet in my presence, an act that I greatly appreciated. But there were also the previously mentioned empty crates, who apparently had nothing better to do other than moan about how they were hungry. Eventually, enough was enough, and I decided to do something. “Hey, I think we all got the message the after the first hundred miles. We get it, you’re hungry.” I spat out in annoyance, a tad more sarcastic than I meant. One of the crates quickly retaliated with “Jesus, terribly sorry to annoy such an amazing item such as yourself. We

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