Chapter 450: A caravan in the rain
Margeson, a High Spirit Plane, in the storm-ravaged mountain canyons of the north.
An Akeniksen caravan was on the move. Six four-legged Camel Beasts, each the size of a rhinoceros, carried black cargo crates on their backs. Their heads were broad and flat, rather like triceratops with no horns and flattened faces.
Six or seven small Akeniksen merchants rode on each Camel Beast.
The little creatures, black with hints of grayish green or dark green, sat comfortably on the Camel Beasts' backs, chatting among themselves.
The lead Camel Beast was a size larger than the five behind it, with a weathered scar across its face. Like an old horse that knew the way, it steadily picked a path through the mountains.
Upon reaching a collapsed pile of rocks ahead, it stopped. A flash flood or some other outside force must have destroyed the terrain here earlier.
The Camel Beast glanced from side to side, sniffed, then turned its head toward the Akeniksen on its back.
"Caravan leader, this is the place!"
Pipi tugged at the gray cloak covering his body. Beneath its scratch-resistant, waterproof outer layer was thick velvet fabric, and besides the hood, a ring of farm-raised fox fur surrounded the neck.
Skilled craftspeople within the Dawn Association had custom-made these cloaks for Pipi's caravan members. Pipi had supplied their measurements, and the cloaks had been manufactured on Earth.
They not only provided excellent insulation but looked outstanding as well.
While the Camel Beast spoke, Pipi was also surveying the surroundings.
"Thanks for your hard work."
With that, Pipi jumped straight off the Camel Beast. The other Akeniksen dismounted as well. Some took little biscuit-like pieces from their vest pockets and fed them to the Camel Beasts, while others brought out water