From the introduction: A herd of heavily-muscled rams are guided by a shepherd in loose white robes across a dry riverbed. The sun hangs high in the sky, oozing its heat across the dazzling clay-colored walls. The shepherd spots a sandstorm building in the distance and guides his herd to a stop. From within his robes, he draws a hollowed out horn and blows through it in a specific pattern that each individual living in Krixeo knows: find shelter and pray for the storm to pass.