I joined a troupe of misfit entertainers and we've come a long way, both in performance and in kilometres. We've spent many evenings enjoying the fire as darkness swallowed the outline of our tents against the evening sky. We drink wine and shout with laughter, abandoning all cares for the moment, letting our souls spring free and dance around the beckoning flames.

We are a group of unlikely companions, yet for a reason only the Gods can know, we've come together to hold each other up, to fend together in the market places and fairs. We're unlikely companions...but we love each other deeply and with intense respect.

I dance. Sometimes I sing, but only if I've had enough to drink. I also play drums for others who wish to fall into the rhythm.

We've decided this part of the world holds great promise, with its plethora of markets and bizarres, fairs and dense population. I was very lucky as a young girl and was taught to read and write many languages. My mother had duties at the estate of a very wealthy merchant who's children were tutored by a remarkable scholar. I sat in each day and learned as much as my young mind could take in. Because of my education, I'll be chronicling our journeys and keeping track of the troupe. I'll introduce them to you in my Journals.

As you wander through my house you will discover that I conduct my social activities in the Courtyard, in Babylon. My Library is for my historical and academic pursuits. Finally, in my Study you will find my game playing scores, statistics and artifacts. Please feel free to visit any time.

Dahab Saba

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THE HORMONES OF HISTORY