Twenty-four hours have passed in our new location. It has proven a very pleasant choice. The Captain found a water well some distance from the caravan trail. It’s on a well worn offshoot from this main route.
The water is a bit brackish, but drinkable. Perhaps traces of minerals are leeching into it.
There was evidence that a group of travelers had passed through here recently. Ashes from cooking fires, and bits of garbage collected in a pit.
Elijah found a nearby cave, or rather an overhang just beyond the well. It is now our place of meditation.
But it has no view southward, so the Captain sticks to the caravan trail. He doesn’t want to chance missing Tomas.