Day thirty nine. Woke up from some snorting around the back doors where the sink is. Turns out I was almost left entirely without water by the locals who deduced, apparently, that my sink is an infinite source of it. Barely managed to convince them that this goodness is stored in the tank. That I, by the way, have to fill from the wells or with the rain water, and I was told there'd be no rains for two more weeks, and I haven't seen any wells in the steppes at all.
Got some messages from the institute in the evening, they think it's either tohars, or uars, or maybe saragurs, or maybe bayurku, whoever these are. I asked the locals, but they didn't react at all to either of these words, too bad.
Series about exploration of the steppe nation of baytyrki in a universe that is very close to ours, and yet is different in a number of mysterious and fascinating ways.
This is a translation! The original comic is made by Joe Duncan! All rights belong to him!
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