THe Desert Caravan

Circumstance hates me. It's true. Believe what you will. But the opportunity of a lifetime, couldn't have come at a worse one. My village is busy, but it's boring. The same thing happens every day here, over and over, which is why my uncle's trading caravan is an excellent opportunity to do something different. But something different has already happened. Sickness. My whole village has just been struck with it, like an evil curse. Most of the men died, and the city itself will too, if we don't find some people to manage the trading posts. My father and I are some of the only men left to do any sort of work and I am extremely important to village life with our decimated number of workers. My uncle is leaving today. I'll have to decide before sunset. I really don't know how to decide. An opportunity like this almost never comes around, and probably won't again, but my village can't spare anyone. 

I'm leaving. Circumstance has changed its mind about me after all. Right before I was about to decline my uncle's offer, ten score men, women, and children rode into our village. Theirs had been destroyed by a flood and they were looking for shelter. They nearly filled our empty huts, and there are more than enough workers to go around once again. My uncle and I leave at sunset. I'm looking forward to a month of roaming the desert on camel.