"A... glass of water... please," the tall man, said panting.

The young man, his face sharp, wearing a white tunic with tawny stitches examined the tall man with his apple-white eyes for a while and said, "You don't look like you're from Tlonia."

"'Cause I am not. Please provide me with water... I will tell you everything soon." The tunic person nodded to that and brought water for him.

"Huh! I was so thirsty. Thanks, man. Thanks for the water." The person who wasn't from Tlonia forced a smile. "By the way I am Samar Rudra, and I am from Alize."

"Oh! So you're from Alize! I seldom see people from Alize coming around here. So, can I know why are you here, if you don't mind?"

"I am here in search of Olaas. Do you know where I will find him?" Samar said, putting on his brown rough-spun cloak on.

"No. But I know someone who can help you."

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"Where's this Samar gone now?" Dhruv asked, getting annoyed.

"I don't know, but hey! He is just adding more trouble into our shoulders!" Amon sounded more worried than irritated. "Let's tell Moms that Samar's gone out in his escapades again!"

"We should forget about that troublesome person and do what we have come to do here," said Jovian, looking at the map he was holding.

"Tell me where are we?" Amon and Dhruv asked him in unison.

"In the southern most part of Tlonia. We will find Olaas in the Jurin Mountain, that one, just a mile away from here."

"Okay, we have to reach there before sunset. Now, let's go."

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They went through the alley of Tlonia, it was filled with very strange people who just kept staring at Samar, all the time. He was feeling awkward but managed to bring confidence in his face.

"Hey! White-tunic-dude, who is this person whom you gonna show me?!" Samar finally asked, since he wasn't trusting that boy anymore.

"If you want to meet Olaas, you'll have first to meet 'Her'. The person you will be meeting, knows each and every place of Tlonia, every merchant who come to Tlonia search for Her, but She only meets some of them. Now don't ask any more questions or the scouting people will be attracted and tempted to follow us."

Samar kept quiet and followed him.

They further went through twists and turns, going through alleyways and dark corridors covered by the shadows as they reached a place, a dark and isolated place, where the ground was floored with marble.

"What is this place?" Samar mumbled under his breath.

There were stairs that strangely led down to an underground area.

The tunic guy and Samar reached downstairs and found themselves in the underground landing. There was a glowstone fixed to the ceiling and a door was nearby them, beyond which came rather loud noises, shouts, and Samar could make out curses like "Hurry up, you bunchofa faggots!" "Sunova bastards! Pick these cursed barrels already!"

"My name's Jefer; Veer Jefer, by the way, and it was a pleasure to work with you," Veer said, "and now beyond this door will you find a termagant, who's frequently swearing. Though they will provide you with answers... well, maybe."

Veer opened the door for both of them and stepped in to confront the termagant and whispered something on the termagant's ears!

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"Faggot, don't disrupt my peace! You beefy cocks can come tomorrow!" the termagant said, and walked away.

"What just happened?! Did she...did she just walked away without helping me? Damn! I should have never trusted you! I almost wasted an hour coming here. I will surely not find Olaas before sunset! I better shouldn't have trusted you!" Samar held his hairs firmly, in anger. He just was totally freaking and shouting on the person. Veer was just staring at him, with pity.

Samar went out and sat in the stairs, trying to calm himself down. After sometime, he saw Veer coming.

"Please leave me alone," he requested.

Veer stood there, looking at him blankly. After a while, Samar looked at him, and Veer smiled. Samar groaned and looked down, giving him a deadly glare. After sometime, he kept a rolled brown paper, next to Samar.

He picked it up getting annoyed. "What the hell is thi—Woah! A map of Tlonia." Samar suddenly smiled in glee, constantly looking at the map, which was more specific and better than the one that Jovian was having.

"I can help you to search Olaas, if you want?" Veer asked and Samar smiled even more wider.

"So where will we find him?"

"In the center of the city," Veer said.

"Not in the Jurin mountain?"

"Jurin mountain? Really? Only the monks live there!"

"I think we're wasting our time. I think we should move."

Veer nodded "Yeah, that sounds good!" and they started moving towards the center of Tlonia.

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"Oh dude! I am so tired. Can't we just take some rest for at least an instant?" Amon said, catching his breath.

"Come on, Amon. We have to get to Olaas before sundown," Dhruv said, following Jovian, who was having the map and was leading them.

"I should have stayed with Samar; at least he listens to me!" Amon exclaimed, walking staggeringly.

"Not at all! He is so careless and irresponsible about the quest. He always hates to come to Tlonia with us. He's so lighthearted! I don't know when he will get serious into this like us," Dhruv said, annoyed.

"Okay, Fine! Can't we just stop for water or something-"

He was cut off by Jovian, "We finally reached Jurin's cave, people. Can you see that door?"

"Yeah."

"There we will find Olaas! Hurray!" They got really excited, but they just stood calm and slowly walked forward.

It wasn't much of a dark cavern: sunlight was able to enter from the small holes in the ceiling. The place was filled with an atmosphere of serenity and tranquility. They saw a number of monks sitting quietly on the round ground as they kept on meditating, giving out a sort of divine aura from themselves.

"Which one of you think is Olaas?" Jovian whispered to Dhruv.

"I don't know, bro," he said, looking confused as he looked around with his eyes squinting.

"What do you want, son?" the oldest of the monks who were standing asked.

They just looked at each other for sometime before saying, "Where will we find Olaas?"

The old geezer looked at them for many seconds, "You won't find Olaas here, son."

"What?!" three of them shouted in unison, in shock!

"Don't you sons know this mountain is a holy place for monks to meditate in peace? From where did you know that you will find Olaas here, son?"

They handed him the map they had bought. "We bought this map while coming to Tlonia. We paid four silver coins for it." They seemed dissapointed with this.

"I really can't help you, son."

"Really Father?" Amon asked, irritated with the false fatherhood of the monk.

They came out of the cave, with a sad face on each of them. They looked around, and it was afternoon already and sun was about to go down in the west. They had failed in their quest; they felt irritated about it. After wasting almost a day, and sweating around for it, they didn't get any good result out of it.

"It is all because of Samar!! If he hadn't gone out of the party, we would have got Olaas! I think we should go back." Amon said, annoyed.

"What about Samar? Shouldn't we wait for him?" Jovian asked.

"He must be gone back already. Now let's get back cuz my tummy has rats running in it," Dhruv said, getting up.

"I hope so he has left for Alize," muttered Jovian, while getting up.

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"Hey! Samar-sama! Can't you run a little slower, so that I can match up your speed?" Veer said, following Samar.

"We don't have time! We need to find Olaas soon! Now where will we have to go?"

"Um-Right from here!!" Veer exclaimed.

Samar turned towards right and started running again.

"Boy! You were so fast!" Veer said, bending down and taking deep breaths, completely exhausted.

"Is this the place that you were talking about???" Samar asked.

They were currently standing in front of a big house, which had a big wooden door in front of it, with some old runic symbols scribbled on its surface.

"Yeah. It is."

He pushed the door open and went inside. He saw many girls walking around, they were wearing white gowns with their hairs reaching their waist. All of them were looking almost alike: snow-white skin, sapphire-like hazel eyes, sharp nose, ruby-red lips. They were really pretty and bewitching.

Some were busy plucking the leaves and flowers, and some were busy bringing water. Each and every one was engrossed in some work.

"What you guys want?" They got distracted by a lady, who was standing right behind him.

"Can you say me where I will find Olaas?"

"Olaas?"