There was a wagon of some sort on the other side of the wall. Around him, wastes. Desert, very little else. Save one little track wandering through it.
There's a few canteens full of water and some salted pork. Enough to get someone a good few days ride away, though they'd be uncomfortable. No horses hitched to the cart, though.
Into the desert he goes. The sand is fairly packed for an hour into the ride before the trail he's following starts to degrade, making him ride slower. Looks like it'll be a long trip.
~ Journies on for several hours, making sure not to push the horse too far. After a few hours, ~ pulls the horse up to a stop, and dismounts. Taking his boot, he carves a small hole in the ground, and lines it with a piece of heavy canvas. ~ then takes a canteen and empties into the hole, making for a small trough for the horse to drink from.
Catching the reflection of the metal, ~ tilts his head curiously, trying to get a more pinpoint location, moving his head as he moves, he keeps the reflection at a discernable angle as he approaches. Walking nearly on top of it, ~ bends down, trying to get a closer look.
The metal seems to be an etched piece of something or other. Its truly hard to tell. And with how its buried in the sand, it's truly difficult to discern how big it is.
~begins pawing at the sand, trying to swipe it away from the object. Wiping his brow in the hot sun, he continues on for a bit, wondering all the while:
Who he was
Where he was
What he was
and Why he couldn't remember anything.
Whatever it was, it was bound somehow, like a book. But bound in metal rivets. In fact, it -was- a book of sorts. Made of metal. Even the pages. Odd...
It looks to be big enough that he'd have to carry it on his back. There's even loops that seem to be made for just that purpose, though there's no strap in them. There's no latch and, inside, there's also no writing. Very odd.
There's a few straps on the saddle that might be removable, but there's no telling how well the saddle will work afterwards. Otherwise, he'll have to start cutting clothes, or something.
~decides to rips the sleeves from his shirt and turns them into sleeves from his shirt. he sends the fabric through the loops and ties it closed. ~ then lifts it up and tries to swing it onto his back
There's a lot of desert for some time, with heat such that the horse has to take frequent breaks. Luckily he finds an oasis because, at this point, the book's probably burning his back.
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Who he was
Where he was
What he was
and Why he couldn't remember anything.
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