The king of undead stood in front of a pile of carrion in the middle of the forking road. It was hard for him to tell whether or not they were human corpses because of their decay.
Jewelry and worthless paper money was thrown next to the fleshy hill, while extinguished torches surrounded it.
Lich moved in closer to take a look at the gold, gems, rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings, and big stacks of money. All together, maybe around 25000 thousand dollars worth of luxuries, and another 5000 in cash was just thrown into a pile.
“Wow, that's a whole bunch of stuff to sell.” A man dressed in silk came up to him from behind, interrupting his estimation.
“I sometimes see crazies do it after devastating low winds. Apparently, it appeases some god, letting them live for a little longer.” Lich turned around to face his temporary companion. He was a traveling merchant nicknamed Alharir, meaning silk in Arabic.
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They met for the first time when Lich was trying to get into Windhoek without climbing the walls like a monkey.
After that, while traveling towards Ethiopia through Botswana, Alharir got robbed, and was forced to travel on foot. Luckily for him, he met Lich, who took care of his safety and even solved his hunger (by committing a crime against nature.)
Lich traveled with him to get back into the habit of interacting with humans. He knew that one day, old age would catch up to him, and at that time only other people could save him.
“It's been less than thirteen years and people are already making up religions. I thought it would happen when those who remember the war died, but it seems that radiation fried their brains.”
Although he was very critical of these cultists, Alharir could not complain about finding free money. It certainly eased the burden of being robbed and seeing all of his guards he treated like friends die.
A merchant would be a merchant until they died.
“You're heading through Maun, so we're going left, right?” With his pockets full of gold, Alharir stood up and started walking east, along the A3.
“First one.” Behind him, Lich followed.