K'haali rocked nervously back and forth within the dark confines of her tent. Repeating almost mantra like to herself...
She'd bode her time for some weeks since she received her "gift" that fateful evening - and with it the words that had driven her to find a new direction in her life, it was clear now to her more than ever what she needed to do; what the tribe needed to do. But she needed to employ the proper strategy, moving too soon would see her rebuffed by the elder members of the tribe, too set in their ways to shape a new future until the old one had well and truly closed.
Lifting the cover she took one more peak at the quote, scrawled by an unknown hand inside of a dusty grimoire, before swiftly wrapping it in a hempen cloth and hiding it under her bedroll. Struggling to turn in the cramped sandy conditions of her tent, she opened a leather folder and removed a sheaf of notes and survey maps as well a small hempen sack. Seemingly all a part of her grand strategy; before marching out the tent flap filled with purpose and confidence to join the gathering outside.
...Today was going to be a good day...
"Strategy is a tool to manipulate ones future into the desired reality"
She'd bode her time for some weeks since she received her "gift" that fateful evening - and with it the words that had driven her to find a new direction in her life, it was clear now to her more than ever what she needed to do; what the tribe needed to do. But she needed to employ the proper strategy, moving too soon would see her rebuffed by the elder members of the tribe, too set in their ways to shape a new future until the old one had well and truly closed.
Lifting the cover she took one more peak at the quote, scrawled by an unknown hand inside of a dusty grimoire, before swiftly wrapping it in a hempen cloth and hiding it under her bedroll. Struggling to turn in the cramped sandy conditions of her tent, she opened a leather folder and removed a sheaf of notes and survey maps as well a small hempen sack. Seemingly all a part of her grand strategy; before marching out the tent flap filled with purpose and confidence to join the gathering outside.
...Today was going to be a good day...
