The reason they were out, was because they were in. Crawling across the dunes, the came like snakes. Deserters from their own camp, they felt like betrayers, or mutineers, hiding from a hidden hand, or reveling in plundered gold. The darkness of the sky, spoke of fireworks and mortar fire. The foreign land, were besieged by encampments unknown, of all languages, and all sizes. The result of a dictator, this land were fallen, but they had read the propaganda, and fled their comrades, executing all who would not defect to the enemy. They were a band of many differing encampments now, but they knew the lines, they had rehearsed their roles.