Redsand Canyon Fon

Cad could feel the familiar tone from the man, could sense that this was a superior officer asking for an answer.

Had he defected?

No, sir. Damn, his memory was foggy. It had been hot. There had been blood in the sand. Cad blinked, hoping that he might summon some recollection of his last moments in the battle. Officer Kid said they were sending me to the northern post – six months journey. The trip from the Spice Sands to the White Sea was one of the most honorable journeys. Many did not survive the trip.

Something must have happened, sir. I washed ashore- peachy features turned, west, no north- north of here. A bay I do not know.