Tintin will happily tell stories and occasionally eke out more information about life in the Exiled Lands from his compatriots until they stop for the night.

The Exiled Lands: mostly suck rather a lot! Taharqi has a rough map in his head, and he has actually seen a few different maps of varying accuracy including one that magically updates itself to reflect the underlying geography as it changes over time, so he can expand a little bit on some details. Apparently the Exiled Lands include a mountain chain (with its own volcano) up north, and a rainforest that eventually gives way to sea to the east. It's not very thoroughly inhabited, and most camps of people are, if not immediately hostile, at least very definitely not friendly. The werehyenas are one of the more numerous groups, having outposts around the central and northern parts of the desert, but there are also groups of exclusively-Darfari cannibals and even pirates.

"So the pirates are real," says Raziya.

"Oh, yes. I have no idea what they want, though, they definitely do not limit themselves to the ocean."

"...so aren't they just thieves?"

"Thieves that act like pirates and call us 'landmen'."

"Bizarre. Perhaps they crashed on a shore?"

"Nope, most if not all of them seem to be exiles, too."

"...exiled for piracy, one assumes?"

A shrug. "I have not encountered many of them in my travels, I don't know where they tend to congregate, and the few I did run into were not very friendly either."

"Well. I'm not sure if satisfying our curiosity is worth dealing with pirates - I've really had enough of them for a lifetime."

And if anyone asks about that, he's happy to extend into one of his stories of dealing with pirates.

Taharqi has a kind of... look... in his eyes, when Tintin tells his stories.

It's definitely not an unappreciative look.

Tintin notices this! He grins, continuing to describe a risky bit of gunplay.

Tintin's actually painfully attractive, it's kind of unfair. He continues being painfully attractive for the rest of the long walking day, regardless of whether he was right about getting desperately horny for being naked (he wasn't, to Taharqi's mix of disappointment and feelings of vindication).

Eventually it gets dark enough that Taharqi declares they should probably stop for the night.

Tintin helps set up camp.

"Should I go out hunting?" he asks Taharqi. "I've got more rations in my pack, but I'd like to keep them for if we get into combat and I need a few thousand calories in a few hours."

"That would be smart. I suppose I would be more hindrance than help if I came with?"

"No, not at all. I'm not used to tracking animals, and I'm only guessing but if you've survived in this place for long then I'd think you'd have a better grasp than I."

"He's a Kushite," says Raziya, looking up from where she's found a seat and is stretching and massaging her legs. "I've heard they are born on horseback and left behind and only the ones that find meat and bring it back to their parents' house are allowed to live."

"I am pretty sure at least one of those things is not true," Taharqi says, but he's smiling.

"Then you can do everything difficult, and I shall hang behind and shoot dumb animals. An efficient allocation of talent."

"What do you shoot them... with... exactly?" Taharqi asks, checking that his bow is in fine condition.

Tintin removes his pistol from the magnetic holster on his backpack and starts checking it over in turn. "A very, very small piece of metal fired at a significant fraction of the speed of light. Strictly speaking the main reason I have this weapon is to counter people's kinetic barriers, but believe me, it kills things too."

"'Speed of light' and 'kinetic barriers'," he says, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, have I not explained lightspeed? It's - when you think of things as being instant, they almost never are. There's a tiny, tiny gap in between the light of a candle leaving that candle and hitting the rock a few feet away. The sun is so far away from us that it takes eight minutes for the sunlight to reach us. The speed of light is, literally, the fastest anything can ever go - without the Mass Effect messing with it, of course. And kinetic barriers are a bit of technology that causes fast-moving projectiles like arrows or the bullets from my gun to stop moving instead of striking and killing the person the barrier is on, and also interfere with biotic powers. But they can only block so much before needing to recharge, and so if you're like me and you do your best work without barriers getting in the way, you can just shoot them a couple of times to overload their barriers and then do whatever unpleasant thing it is you're planning."

"And so that probably just completely beats whatever... non-technological barriers there are. Like an animal's skin." He reattaches his bow to his back, shaking his head.