Walking over the wooden roofs between the little shops of the old market was a way for Goat to take a better look at the horizon: see where the wind was blowing and check for strange dust storms in far distance (always look out for strange dust storms: those are desert spirits who had lost their homes and slaves. Better notice them before they notice you!).
The old market roofs, however, where not a part of the city citizens where very keen on keeping ship ship. One unfortunate day G felt the ground slipping away from him...

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