The Preltz and Grunions must have been at war with each other for a very long time and nature seems tohave got fed up with their bickering and settled the matter in a permanent fashion. It almost seems to be adesign that is in place. The Grunions are trapped by the desert on one side and the consuming fog on theother. The Preltz are free to expand across the sea if they wish to. Peace seems to have its rewards.
The following day we set off back home, making faster time as we were lighter on the rations, we made itback to the land of the Preltz. On the way back, all we saw was sand and the journey was fairly quiet apartfrom WHOOSH! And the distant KACHUNK!! As Sam’s sand grapple would hit the desert floor somedistance away. It was official; the sand grapple was good for desert travel and extreme conditions, welldone Chelsea.
We came out of the desert almost where we entered and across the fields we walked, making our way back home. We entered town almost undetected, but someone noticed us and within five minutes the wholetown was giving us a heroes welcome once more. We were immediately asked too see the elders but wehad to bath first, I think we smelled bad.
The council greeted us with cheers and eagerly listened to our accounts of our adventure. The Grunionsintrigued them very much and they listened with bated breath as we excitedly recounted to them our firstencounter with them. I presented them with the spear head and explained to them that an upside downhelicopter could get to the cave in about four hours and cross the desert in about six.
P.R.A.’s head was called in to see if in fact the journey could be undertaken and after assuring them that itcould, a team was assembled to visit the cave. The team included an elder and was scheduled for the