It is the end of the second moon and so I shall send the men to town. We need foodstores, our weapons repaired at the smith, and of course leads to be found for what will occupy us in the coming months. They will go in cloaked and with turban to hide their identity, acting innocent and without that certain devilishness that each one possess, model thieves them all. While there I'm sure women will be more than a curio, and I encourage it, for after all nothing has more spirit than a woman, and spirit is what a man needs when he needs to learn how to go without water for three days on the blistering sands as well not to break under torture or threat of death. There is a time I thought differently but we all grow up. Ankrahmun is seeming to pick up more new faces every week, the city is revitalizing under the burgeoning populations in the north, they spill out with too many men to carry and so they come here. Perhaps there is a new history yet to be written about that city and the Kha'labal and therefore new fortunes to be made, and stolen.