Desert 

I am Mansa Musa, the King of Kings.

Venturing through this great desert has been harder than expected. An oversight by one of my caravan managers has led to there being a slight shortage of water. In fact, my advisors tell me that unless we can reach an oasis soon, our caravan may fail. Obviously this is a crisis of the highest order. After reviewing maps, there are few oases that we can reach on the supplies that we have left. We have changed our course to set out for the nearest oasis. I hope that we can reach it in time. None of my lower-ranked caravan members are aware of this problem, and I hope to keep it that way. Widespread panic would only serve to destroy our caravan sooner. The overseer responsible for this issue will not be executed, but he will be demoted and shamed. Lax administrators cannot be tolerated, but no one deserves to die simply for laziness. I will next return once we have reached the oasis. If I do not return, we did not make it.