374 - The Scent of Bitter Myrrh

She led me toward the one cliff, between the water and the backs of the other tents.  I vaguely WONDERED  where they were trying to retreat to.  The sounds of fighting were fading behind us, either because the wind was rising and the water was lapping higher, or because Kaneka and the others were winning. I was vaguely impressed that even as badly outnumber as they were the Mahid had fought as