'I hear you've gotten permission to try and leave the desert,' Pwert said as he cornered Mishcana outside her door, 'That you and Tibelt are leaving tomorrow.' Mishcana looked away from Pwert, and gently laid her hand upon his face, 'I have to. We heard the god's song. Something is wrong. We must go.' 'Not many survive to leave, not in this summer heat. Why not wait until the cooling winter comes?' Pwert asked, sighing softly. 'Because the time is now. I'm leaving tomorrow.' Mishcana said, reaching for her door knob. 'And I'm going with you.' Pwert said, grabbing for her arm. 'No, Pwert. You need to stay here. You must finish your training as an Armour Smith.' Pwert could not argue the truth of that statement, and his face fell, 'Very Well. Promise me; however, that you will return,' Mishcana went to interrupt, but he continued forcefully, 'If you can.' -- WaterColour Pencil crayon. Whatcha think, folks?