Forty-First Part

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July 5th, 2007

Dear Diary,

We're in the desert, and guess what we've found so far. Sand. Sand. And Sand.

Did I mention sand?

Also, the leader of the caravan, Abdelhak Benmansour (who insisted that we call him Ben after Mione failed to pronounce his name correctly even after 20 minutes), apparently love to spar, be it with the creatures he calls upon with his Summoner staff, the staff itself or the curses he castes with its head. Even I got to admit, I had a great time sparring with him today, but neither of us won, too exhausted. Reema, Ben's wife, scolded us, as we're apparently going to be too useless tomorrow. Mione wasn't too impressed either. Ben and I are actually a little scared of what the combination of our wives could bring upon us.

Wish me, and maybe him too, luck!

Harry

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