My fathers fathers worked the lands for generations, which we took for our own and named it Janesha after the Witch Queen of Manab, Who we worshipped for return of great harvest and to keep the sand ghouls away from our young. But five years ago, Her promises dissipated and the sand ghouls grew ever more vile and stubborn. Our magicians and the fortune wizards from the Minarets of Seer prophesized of a great doom and demanded that unless we have no wish to live, more of our young must be given to Janesha as sacrifices or her seven wraths shall fell upon us with the fury of a righteous god.
The town men gathered and talked for a long time, for 3 Hadirh nights and days. Finally, it was Geam the Fearless who spoke the wisest. He told us that Janesha had abandoned us, that we are mere pawns to Her, mere worms that plague the very corps on the farms which can be easily crush beneath her fin