Daa, the Cleric
It is a warm morning as you set off with your companions from the dune hut where they live. Daa, the cleric, has a tear in his eye as he waves goodbye and wishes you luck on your journey.
Hours pass and the stony path makes your feet ache. To make matters worse you suddenly feel lots of painful spikes and itches. Fierce fire ants have crawled up your legs.
They are biting your bottom!
Who will you choose to help?