Caravan North
Ojan’s knife whittled the edge of the ironwood into a soft curve. As an eight-year-old, he wasn’t the most practiced craftsman; his wood block was just starting to resemble something round and spiky. His sister, Zyama, leaned down from her bunk and grimaced. “What’s that? Rhoksha dung?” she said. “No one will want to buy that.” “It’s not dung, it’s a great and fearsome god, with his armor and everything! And it won’t be for sale. It’s for luck.” “We’re traders, little brother,” she said. “Everything here is for sale.” The caravan clinked and clanged as it rolled over the dunes.
Excerpt from the official short_story by Riot Games — Universe of League of Legends. Story and characters © Riot Games.
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