Carmelina Cramming was a belter of a name, and he accepted it gladly. She had a lot of personality and her name furthered that impression in abundance.

The tall wanderer gave a light smile to show he was grateful for the company, and so the day's unconventional companionship was solidified. He led the way up and across the road, but didn't waste any time getting to the story. Carmelina Cramming was not in this for the tea.

"So this was nigh on ten years ago. I was rather younger then, but no less foolhardy. And so I found myself crossing the Anatolian peninsula in western Asia, entirely alone having rejected the safety of a caravan. I was alert, and armed, and ready for danger. But that didn't stop me from sharing a bottle of Balkan intoxicant with the first friendly young couple I met on the road..."