Today, I busied myself at the temporary encampment by the watering hole. I fetched a bota of water and a pouch of jerky for Mistress Kelsey. Then, with the help of tandruk the NPC thrall, I saw to the par-boiling, plucking, and spitting of the already field-dressed tumit carcass I mysteriously found by the fires at the edge of the column. With the huge bird roasting, I thought to take a bath in Master Raziel's makeshift field shower, but it was not to be. My Master's kaiila, DEMON, returned to the column riderless, dragging a dead Turian behind him. Soon after, my Master appeared - on tharlarion-back with raider captives chained to his stirrups, of all things - and there were sudden reports of fire in the distance. Another attack seemed imminent, so I took up a station on the freight wagon steps to await further casualties. Surprisingly, no fresh wounded were forthcoming, my Master's scouting mission having attributed the fire to a just-attacked caravan, and the call to head out was given instead. After making sure that the roasted tumit was indeed packed up, I mounted my Master's mare, NYTEMARE, and fell in with the center of the wagon column.
(And there I left dee for the night, en-route to The Point!)