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 Did I really want to know what kind of inferno was going on down there? What had once set the Sap veins on fire in this part of the New Lands?
 The flaming forest not far from here, a little further to the west, had been hit the worst. Here the fire was so close to the surface that a tribe was founded just to watch the ground in case the embers should eat their way to the surface again. Like the fire of Coriolis, which raged for 2 months and devastated vast areas, even into the forests of the Matis. Long ago, in the ancient lands. But nature had adapted wonderfully to the circumstances, in the Flaming Forest grew trees, if you want to call these partly charred things shaped like fangs so, which knew how to use the burning Sap.
-They channeled it into their tops and let it flare up there. In this way they kept herbivores away from their unripe fruit. Only in winter, when it became a little cooler in the desert, they closed these veins and all at once literally burst with large leaves and bug grapes on thick vines that sprouted from their trunks. An excellent wine was pressed from them. Aah, how I longed for a good sip in this heat …
+They channeled it into their tops and let it flare up there. In this way they kept herbivores away from their unripe fruit. Only in winter, when it became a little cooler in the desert, they closed these veins and all at once literally burst with large leaves and big grapes on thick vines that sprouted from their trunks. An excellent wine was pressed from them. Aah, how I longed for a good sip in this heat …
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 I pushed my thoughts away from the mysteries of the desert and refreshments to the task that lay ahead of us. Some of the us had heavily armed themselves, but some magi had also come along on this expedition.

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 Immediately, many of them gave chase on foot, but in vain. The beast was too fast, even loaded with two homins, and disappeared into the maze of ravines. While the main part of the troop ran to the exit of the ravine, I stayed behind and once again examined the camp and the bodies of the dead homins.
 Strangely, the soldiers who had attacked us all wore red armor, with yellow ornaments. Almost like those of the city guards of Pyr. However, with an emblem on it that I did not recognize.
-A strange glyph, which I did not know how to interpret. The women who had defended the camp itself, however, wore sand-colored armor, without any markings. Also, they all had nothing with them except some rations. In the boxes of the camp were food supplies for several months and the tents were only sparsely furnished.
+A strange glyph, which I did not know how to interpret. The hominas who had defended the camp itself, however, wore sand-colored armor, without any markings. Also, they all had nothing with them except some rations. In the boxes of the camp were food supplies for several months and the tents were only sparsely furnished.
 This seemed to be just some sort of transitional camp. Where were these Fyros going and who exactly were they?
 Marauders? Or a new group split off from them?

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 After a few minutes the fight was over. Everyone was exhausted and yet we had not reached our goal.
 Mezix stepped out from under the cover of a tent and a male Fyros in dirty but formerly very fine clothing appeared beside her.
 "Senator Zelion?!" exclaimed some of those present. Hardly anyone who had seen the strange message had interpreted A.Z. as "Aeracus Zelion ''. Nor had anyone reckoned with the presence of this Fyros here. He had been "kidnapped" only a few weeks ago, in the middle of his trial for treason against the empire and collaboration with the marauders. However, not by the Fyra who stood before them. But by Akilia Ash Storm, the daughter of Melkiar.
 Melkiar, "The Black Varinx", leader of the Marauders and one of the worst threats to the New Lands, after the Kitin. So, there was a connection between them and Mezix after all. As some homins had already suspected.

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 So now a handful of members of this guild and as many volunteers were jogging through the deep canyons that almost divided the Burning Desert in half from east to west, looking for the criminal's camp. A few days earlier, in an obviously abandoned camp, a message had been found that spoke of the "Dragon Maw Gorge". It had been signed: ”A. Z.”. At first, no one knew who A. Z. could be.
 I couldn’t help but feel that something was wrong with it, though.
-It was just too - convenient - for it to be found in this otherwise empty camp. Amap with a clear message to Mezix and a clear designation of this place? I suspected a trap.
+It was just too - convenient - for it to be found in this otherwise empty camp. A map with a clear message to Mezix and a clear designation of this place? I suspected a trap.
 However, hardly any of my companions wanted to hear about it. Especially the Fyros were sure that they would have an easy time with a few wild Gingos and their rebellious mistress.
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 And soon we saw the reason.
 A veritable horde of nearly shoulder-high, brown desert Gingos cavorted in the narrow twists and turns of the gorge. Their hoarse, wheezing barks swelled into a veritable storm as the voice of a Fyra rang out from the depths of the gorge.
-"Attack!"
+:''"Attack!"
 Jena, how fast these beasts were!
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 Slowly I crept behind some Fyros into the narrow gorge.
 There was a smaller pack of the desert predators there.
-One of the Fyros warriors jumped forward and waved his arms violently. His performance was a bit exaggerated, but did not miss its effect.>
+One of the Fyros warriors jumped forward and waved his arms violently. His performance was a bit exaggerated, but did not miss its effect.
 The animals immediately ran towards him.
 Right into our waiting swords.
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 Then, however, the tide almost turned again. With wild battle-cries, some warriors in red and yellow armor came rushing out of the gorge and into our back. The swordsmen split up and rushed back to their mages, who struggled to fend off the attackers and heal their allies at the same time.
 I stayed in front and drove the dogs into the dust. Now the female voice echoed through the ravine again:
-"Put them down!"
+:''"Put them down!"
 A perfectly planned trap.
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