The wet was getting to him, but he wasn't going to start to disrobe here. What he was going to do was make plans to change as soon as he found somewhere both reasonably warm and reasonably private. He was also going to find some sort of head covering rather than go about with his hair for all to see. Age had made him let it go somewhat. It wasn't the close-cropped length it had been for most of his life, but even now, he could feel it brushing the back of his neck. An odd feeling, to be sure.
But secondary. There was much for him to think about. What he'd left behind. What he was here to do. Already, a small amount of suspicions were growing in his mind, but he knew the lessons he'd been taught: one can never be certain, and can only suspect. So they would remain possibilities until proven right or wrong.
"I know certain areas are more given to certain creatures than others. The English know little of camels until they see them."
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The wet was getting to him, but he wasn't going to start to disrobe here. What he was going to do was make plans to change as soon as he found somewhere both reasonably warm and reasonably private. He was also going to find some sort of head covering rather than go about with his hair for all to see. Age had made him let it go somewhat. It wasn't the close-cropped length it had been for most of his life, but even now, he could feel it brushing the back of his neck. An odd feeling, to be sure.
But secondary. There was much for him to think about. What he'd left behind. What he was here to do. Already, a small amount of suspicions were growing in his mind, but he knew the lessons he'd been taught: one can never be certain, and can only suspect. So they would remain possibilities until proven right or wrong.
"I know certain areas are more given to certain creatures than others. The English know little of camels until they see them."