Her face flushed as she realized how far her voice had carried. Kandler reached out and held her hand, this time for comfort. She did not pull away. The gate to the palisade lifted up half a foot and began to swing open. Sallah gripped Kandler’s fingers tighter, and his other hand went to his sword. "You never hold my hand any more,” Burch said. Kandler ignored him as he and the others stared at the opening gate. It spread in the center, about six feet wide. As it did, it exposed a single figure standing there. The figure stood covered in a many-colored shroud made of stitched-together dragon scales that covered it from head to toe. It stayed there for a moment, framed between the two sides of the gate, just long enough for Kandler to wonder if this could be a statue or perhaps another corpse. Then it strode out across the open sand between the palisades and the three strangers, the shroud rustling like metallic leaves as it moved with its wearer. Kandler gave Sallah’s hand a squeeze and then let go, knowing she’d understand.
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