        “What fun!” he exclaims, giddy like a schoolgirl. His smile, you notice as he shows all his teeth, is impeccable. You find it odd that his teeth are all straight and white, seeing where he lives. “Now, getting back to why I’m here. You,” he announces, pointing a hoof at your chest, “are going to hand over the artifacts you already have, and you will find the eagle for me. So let’s get to it! Genocides don’t start themselves, you know, and there are plenty of camels out there just waiting for what’s coming to them.”