Lotfi couldn't sleep with the moans and groans of the woman who employed him. He respected her and her father before her. They had been toying with ancient magic. He couldn't bear it anymore he went into the tent which housed Dr West. Glistening with a sheen of sweat, the pillow and blankets soaked through despite the chill of the winter night her green eyes locked with his brown.
"Get...the...fuck...out..." she gasped pulling a sheet over her body.
She was strong. Lotfi was accosted by the young warrior called Jabal. He insisted that they should take their rifles and shoot anything living in the tent. Several of the men, scared, already had loaded rifles aimed at the hump that was now Dr West.