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The plains of braelig were bleak and desert-like. The endless infertility
of braelig was in stark contrast to the obscured memories of timsh's former
environment which were lush with the processes of life. timsh had
set out, seeking adventure or whatsoever fortune would provide, with little
regard for the possibilities of his own survival and by and by he began
to worry about just that. Fear set in hard upon timsh just about
the time when he was far enough from his master's bookmaking shop to be
beyond the possibility of return. The possibility of returning to the
comforts and familiarity of his master's shop indeed had been in the back
of his mind as a security measure since the moment he set out. When
timsh suddenly understood that returning was no longer possible, he began
to panic in earnest and regret his cavalier decision to undertake the
opposite of what those around him seemed to be stuck doing. Perhaps there
was wisdom in staying put after all? Perhaps, timsh reasoned, there
was something primal or necessary in braelig about sticking together and
staying put, even if it meant having the feeling of being stuck.