She arrived in D'eshkar with a clap of thunder and a blast of wind that snatched up the wash the local women had hung up to dry in the hot desert sun.

Men stopped in their tracks, jaws hanging open in awe, as the sorceress queen made her way towards the forbidden library. Then, almost as one, they fell in behind her and followed her to the doorway where they stood silently waiting for her to reappear before her departure.

Meanwhile the women gathered at the city fountain to once more wash the dirtied clothes, muttering to themselves as they slapped the wet cloth against stones to wring them out.

There would be many men making their own dinners this night.