The travelling fans left the body of the evil Harrow Orn in a shallow grave, they packed away their tents and just as the last embers of the sun set below the horizon they headed off in the direction of Qatar. The night was surprisingly cold as the wind swept across the loose sand, a bright moon above in the night sky gave them enough light to navigate their way through the desert. Mostly they walked in groups of twos and threes, occasionally stopping to have a drink. Domthehornet needed to stop to relieve himself, "Wait" he shouted, only one of the group heard him and came by, "Don't worry my friend, I have GPS, and I'm hungry." He said, "I fancy I nice raw burger right now". "Raw?" Questioned Dom, "Who's eats raw burgers". "Once you have a taste of raw meat, you can't get enough of it." The companion said. "But that's gross, what's your favourite? Steak tartare perhaps?" "No, not for me, I prefer fresh primate washed down with their blood". Domthehornet realised that he was in grave danger at this point, he turned to run but tripped and fell on the floor. "Feeding time!" The companion muttered and stepped on Dom's throat, looked up at the sky and gazed at the Moon, then transformed into a wolf and devoured Dom. Looking away from the Moon the beast slowly wandered back towards the group, he followed their scent, full and content and looking like normal again. Domthehornet was good. As the night drew on, the wind started to blow harder and sand was getting in the travellers' eyes. "That's it, I'm stopping here" said Burnsy, "I'll hide in this wadi until the winds die down." "We'll never make it in time for the matches," complained one of the masons. A handful of the group continued on and agreed a rendezvous in a couple of hours, the rest stayed in the wadi. A few minutes later the winds did drop and some of the others left to carry on. The group was stretched out and rather disorganised, finally Burnsey decided it was time to crack on but nobody was around. "I'm on my own, how could they abandon me?" He moaned. Then he heard a shuffling noise from above the lip of the wadi, he climbed up to take a look, as he peered over said "Who's ther....", he was jumped on by a wolf and knocked back to the bottom of the wadi. The wolf scampered down and finished him off. Burnsy was good. At the front of the disjointed group, Steve Leo Beleck led the way, one other companion walked alongside him, "I hope the others are OK" he said, but his companion said, "Don't worry about the others, I am here to protect you tonight." Showing Steve a silver dagger. "Don't tell the others". The sky started to brighten in the east as the Moon simultaneously was grazing the horizon in the west, the leading two stopped near an oasis, pitched their tents and waited. In time the others slowly arrived at the meeting point in dribs and drabs. After a while no one else turned up, "We're two short" said one of the masons, "Dom and Burnsy are missing".