He stood up and kicked of his shoes and pants. She writhed and moaned and spoke in a long dead language of earth and creation. XXNX He had been one of Kari’s unsuccessful suitors. The combined life knowledge of each shaman poured from the union of their lips and into his soul. She set her wine cup aside and motioned for him to sit up as well. The shaman with the jaguar tattoo had somehow left his power invested in the stones he wore. The camp was equipped with two showers attached to the water tower not far from the sleeping tents. Did you plan this somehow, to get to this dig and to find the last Shaman?”
“Like I said, I have always liked to dig in the dirt.
