Ca'daan painfully turned and saw a tan skinned man with a thick mustache and braided beard talking to a man in fine cloth and thick boots.
He saw the other man with a beard talking to someone.
He turned to see the bearded lady.
A lady is sitting down on a bench.
I cannot stay up beyond midnight, even for shows I love.
They wanted to erase it from history.
The distances are short.
The smell of cooking flesh could be smelled.
They outnumber us. Losing one of them wouldn't make a difference.