Svana followed the silhouette of the north African Atlantean far to the middle of camp. It stopped near the markets where their people eating and cooking. Then to the gambling and drinking zone where some of his usual teammates in arenas said hello to him.

A perfunctory talk and Nabih was on his way to the northern forest outskirts. He looked like he was going to the direction of the defecation area and he went halfway there before veering off track.

‘Is he checking for followers?’

They have much fighting experience together so with her familiarity she could somewhat guess his mindset. Nabih was a very careful man but what would he be wary of now?

‘Some of Petro’s thuggish followers? Why is he even going here? For a tryst?’

Svana thought about these questions and answered no to all of them. His facial expression was less of fighting a serious foe and more of nervousness and embarrassment. Raised as a warrior by his father then trained as a professional soldier, the supposed unfeeling and confident man was frantically checking for followers.

Just to be sure she didn’t follow him and also didn’t remain where she was. Svana retreated from the path a bit farther than necessary.

And she was correct to do so as Nabih pounced to the spot she was just on.

Relief spread through his face as he made a three-point turn to route back to camp, going west, south skirting the camp then east to reenter.

To the hut closest there where no one could see him approach, there was a woman waiting for him. A kind and humble woman who was shy while having a sexy body.

‘Ah it was for this.’

When what see, smelled and tasted shit then it was probably shit. This was Nabih tending to his needs. The man didn’t visit these places before and had shown almost no sexual desire at all but it was because he took care of it in the dark.

Though Svana doesn’t understand why Nabih had to hide his activities, she wanted to respect his wishes.

“Sorry, I can’t do it. I don’t have the experience for this, satchel?”

“I understand.”

‘He was rejected? What sort of deviant act did he request?’

Anyway, it was not her business so she returned home.

The next day just before they entered the arenas, Nabih entered with his armor and weapons but also wore a leather bag on his neck.

Svana noticed how it had a wide tear below that has now been amateurishly sewn. Nabih couldn’t look straight at her but was still trying to pretend to be normal. It looked funny to see a tan, roguish warrior fidget in discomfort.

“Something happened to it?”

“…Yes. I tried to get the purse repaired but no one was available or knew how. I thought it was easy enough so I did it myself.”

She nodded in understanding.

“I could have just done it myself yesterday.”

“…”

Svana touched the crooked sewing pattern and looked at this manly warrior.

“You called it a purse. Hehe.”