To many, becoming a travelling trader wasn’t considered much of a life. Lola disagreed. Ever since she was a little girl, Lola knew she would follow in her father’s footsteps and become a trader. There was nothing better than feeling the wind in her hair, walking in unknown lands and bartering goods. Not to mention Lola loved crossing paths with travellers undergoing their own quests. Which was why Lola and Sanderson, her white tiger, welcomed three tired looking travellers to share a meal.
Lola wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “You’re planning on doing what?”
The teenage girl beamed. “We’re going to cross the Eastern Desert.”
Lola turned to the two men. “Is Kara serious?”
The younger man, Jonah, replied, “Deadly.”
“You do know people call the Eastern Desert the Desert of Doom for a reas