Above us we can see flocks of arkars (wild sheep), which gaze down upon us. Our presence surprises but does not apparently alarm them.

The sailors had taken many gambles with the sea and always won.

He looked down at Demetrius, the Obsonator, who sat on a platform several feet below him. “Will you have them bring in the cask? I confess, Demetrius, that I am anxious about it. It is an experiment this time.”

Stick a votive candle in it and fire that mother up, right?