<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/Tamba_Amica_Vedaa.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Tamba Amica (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BuTOJY_uJ6JM3Cvj_4VQL7PyH0X1k2tRYmLh5ChP9D0/edit)</strong></span><br/><br/>Tamba shouldered his packs and paced along, his step in time with some unseen drum, but steady and heavy on the right beats. Every ninety-ninth step began a trio of steps, a spinning gait, and a pair of stomps to finish, only the guttural drone of his bass voice accompanied the last of the spin and the "Huh!" at the end. Then he covered ground as the others, for another ninety and nine steps, before beginning the ritual and reversing his spin. The homage was to appease and recognize the spirits of the land through which they traveled, the spin to rejoice in the wonders of the world the spirits support, and the stomps to show obeisance in their home. The grunt and song, showed he still held breath and the "Huh!" that was to show that strength would stand against any trouble, spirit or not. This last he offered with a grin.<br/><br/>Tamba was here to correct the fallacy of man, for in idiocy does man bring about the horrors of this day, their unwillingness to stand together, their unwillingness to accept the truths of the past, their unwillingness to learn from the mistakes of others. Yes, he will stand where the breakwater strikes and have it part for him, for by confronting it will she... will they come to realize where truth lies. As the tunnel opened to show the cracked and shattered seals, all Tamba could do was shake his head and utter, "The fallacy of man."