n a dry, sparse forest with scattered trees and shrubs, the ground is covered in patches of dusty earth and dry grasses. The forest is quiet, with the occasional rustling of leaves in the warm, dry breeze. The trees here are spaced far apart, their branches twisted and gnarled, with thick bark and small, leathery leaves adapted to the arid climate. The sunlight filters through the gaps in the canopy, casting long, golden shadows across the ground. In the center of this setting, a small campfire crackles softly. Around it, a group of plump, slightly overweight men are seated on logs and stones. Their faces, round and rosy, reflect the flickering glow of the fire. Each of the men is dressed in long, heavy robes, the kind worn by priests, in muted earthy tones of brown and gray. The robes are simple but well-made, with wide sleeves and hoods that rest on their backs. Some of the men are quietly murmuring prayers, while others sit in thoughtful silence, gazing into the flames. Behind them, two sturdy wooden wagons are parked, hitched to a pair of tired-looking horses. The wagons are old but well-maintained, with wooden wheels and covered tops to shield from the sun. The horses, standing nearby, are calmly grazing on the sparse patches of grass, their bridles and reins hanging loosely. The wagons carry simple supplies--sacks of grain, wooden crates, and rolled-up blankets, suggesting a journey to a distant destination. --s 180 --niji 6