It was late into the night when they finally finished their preparations, their bodies weary but their spirits high. Zeni felt a deep satisfaction as she surveyed the fruits of their labors: trays upon trays of steaming bread, golden-crusted pies, and delicate pastries, all ready to be enjoyed by the villagers during the Festival of Ankhara.
This was not the usual fare she had experienced during her time in the village and seemed a lot closer to what offerings she might’ve found in her original world. She was interested in the nature of the interesting curiosity. Still, when she asked Menna about their origin, the baker simply shrugged and said that the food they made during the festival had old traditions tied to them. Even if the offerings were foreign to most observers, they were commonplace during celebrations.
With a tired but happy smile, Zeni bid Menna goodnight and made her way under the blanket of stars that stretched out overhead. Under the glittering night sky, Zeni decided against going to bed just yet. She felt the pull to wander beneath the stars and bask in the beauty of the celestial display. With a contented sigh, she stepped out into the crisp night air and began her leisurely walk.
The village was hushed and serene, the gentle sounds of slumbering inhabitants wafting through the open windows. As Zeni made her way toward the outskirts of Kephri's Rest, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the vastness of the sky above her, the stars twinkling like diamonds against the velvety blackness.
As she neared the edge of the village, she spotted something odd. Moving closer, she could make out a shape in the darkness, just a slightly lighter dark silhouette against the backdrop of the night. It was a solitary figure, and they stood beside a rickety carriage. The person, hunched over in the shadows, seemed reluctant to venture into the open. Their demeanor sparked Zeni's curiosity, and she approached cautiously, readying Ka into the channels of her right fist.
"Um…howdy," she called out and immediately chastised herself for saying that.
Howdy? She thought. I’ve never said that in my life. What am I, a cowboy now?
Ignoring her own embarrassment, she continued.
"Do you, like, need help?"
The individual startled at her voice, eyes wide with surprise.
"Oh, er, greetings," they stammered, a sheepish grin spreading across their face. "I didn't expect to meet anyone at this hour. I was just passing through and didn't want to intrude on your village's festivities."
Zeni chuckled at the considerate nature of this stranger. By the voice, she assumed it was a man, and the lilt of their tone had an exceedingly friendly quality. The suspicion and caution fled from her, replaced by genuine curiosity for whatever strange machinations had brought someone like this to the village outskirts at this hour.
"Well, we're a welcoming village,” Zeni said, “and I'm sure no one would mind if you came in for a rest. But why are you lurking out here in the shadows? Looks a little weird."
The man scratched his head, glancing around nervously.
"To be honest, I'm a bit concerned about the wild animals that might be stalking about. I've heard tales of fearsome creatures roaming these parts, you see. But I also don't want to impose on your village at such a busy time."
Zeni raised an eyebrow, finding the situation rather amusing.
"Fearsome beasts?" Zeni laughed. "The most dangerous thing you'll find in the village is Elder Keela’s cat when it's in a foul mood. I assure you, you're safe here."
The man raised an eyebrow.
"Really? I've heard stories about monsters stalking the night."
Zeni shook her head, grinning.
"Sure, there’s the occasional rogue baddie prowling nearby. But, no need to worry—it’s very infrequent. Besides, if any of those monsters try to make a fuss, I can channel my Ka to set them straight. Now, about that lurking business..."
The man pondered her words for a moment before laughing.
"Well, if you're certain it's safe! I do find myself rather weary after a long day of travel."
The man drew near, bringing his carriage in tow, and it rattled with the promise of a vast array of items within. Zeni invoked a minor form of the Ignition of Ra, a warm bead of fire erupting to life above the heel of her palm and casting light like a torch in the darkness. As she did, she caught sight of some of the curious assortment of objects, everything from odd-looking contraptions to beautifully carved wooden boxes.
"I’m not trying to be nosy,” she said, “but uh…I notice you’ve got a buncha fascinating items in your carriage. What are they, if you don't mind me asking?"
His eyes lit up with enthusiasm.
"Ah!” He exclaimed. “Quite the perception you’ve got on you. Well, you see, I'm something of a tinkerer and collector—though I’ve been called a pack rat, too!”
He chuckled, gazing fondly at his assortment of odds and ends.
“I travel the land in search of unique and intriguing items. Along the way, I've picked up quite an assortment of trinkets and treasures. Some are for trade, while others are simply too captivating to part with—oh!”
He exclaimed so suddenly that Zeni jumped.
“My name is Rashek, by the way. It’s a pleasure."
Zeni grinned.
"Zeni,” she said. “Well, we’re here…and it’s late, so… Do you have any tales to share about your travels and your collection?"
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Rashek’s face lit up.
“Oh, do I ever!”
And so, beneath the twinkling stars, Zeni and Rashek engaged in a lively exchange of tales. As they did, Rashek spoke of various finds that had enraptured his attention; man-made machines that mimicked Ka processes, both Ka-infused and non-magical but valuable artifacts, and his encounters with all of them. His stories were imbued with charm, and Zeni laughed aloud at some of the more comical anecdotes.
“Once, I found a sundial that always told the correct time of day – even when it was broken. And another time, I stumbled upon a pair of sandals that would never wear out, no matter how far you walked."
Zeni chuckled.
How can a sundial ever be broken? Isn’t it just a stick that uses sunlight? Boy, I think I’ve been operating on a false assumption my whole life.
She turned her attention to the back of the rickety carriage with a longing look.
“And, uh, what about that lovely wooden box over there? What does it do?"
Rashek's eyes sparkled.
"Ah, that's a secret, I'm afraid, Zeni. But I'll tell you this much: it's a marvel of Ka manipulation, capable of something truly extraordinary."
“Are you just messing with me?”
He shook his head, though his mischievous visage never faltered.
“Unfortunately, I am not.”
"Alright then, Rashek," Zeni replied with a smirk. "Keep your secrets. But…You must have had some incredible adventures while searching for these amazing items, right?"
"Oh, I have!"
And so he regaled her with daring escapades and the curious characters he had encountered on his journeys. Zeni was captivated by his tales, her eyes wide with wonder as she hung on his every word.
He took her down a mental journey, describing his adventures in such incredible detail that she couldn’t help but be pulled in.
A short time later, Zeni realized she could see the first hints of gray dawn peeking up over the desert horizon. Some of the more vocal morning creatures began to wake and chirp.
"...So, by the time I ventured into that blasted hidden oasis, I was ready to face these so-called ‘stone guardians,’” Rashek was saying, nearing the end of one of the multiple stories he’d told. “Won’t let anyone pass unless they can solve your riddles, will you? Not on my watch!”
He paused, raising an exasperated hand to his brow and shaking his head.
“But, Zeni…these riddles were…well, they were old—really old. Ancient, even. Practically prehistoric. And I managed to crack them pretty easily—poor ol’ guardians. I’d like to proclaim myself as a brilliant mind capable of unfathomable feats of mental might, but I believe honesty is due. No one had told the sentinels their puzzles were now so well known a child could have solved them."
Zeni was taken aback. Through each tale, Rashek seemed to get more comfortable sharing some of the more daring details of his exploits—and a lot of it sounded like something a Rahhalah might experience. Could he secretly be one? He hadn’t mentioned he was, so perhaps it wasn’t something to bring up—even if she wanted to incredibly badly. She didn’t want to ruin their good time by dredging up something potentially uncomfortable.
However, before she could weigh the merits of being a conversational kamikaze, Rashek had swiftly switched the conversation back to the upcoming festival in Kephri's Rest.
"I must say, it's quite a lovely sight to behold, seeing an entire village come together in celebration," he mused. "I've been to many places in my travels, but there's something truly special about Kephri's Rest."
Zeni nodded, a warm smile gracing her lips.
"I really couldn’t agree more! It’s a wonderful community, and I feel fortunate to be a part of it. Even if I’m new, the people here have opened their arms to me and allowed me to feel welcome.”
“Ah,” Rashek said, and she saw his eyes slide to the crown on her head with a surprised look. “So you’re a transplant, eh? Where do you hail from? Pardon my saying so, but you’ve got a unique look about you.”
Zeni smiled.
“Far away,” she said coyly. “Nowhere too notable.”
“Well met, then,” said the man. “We are kindred spirits in that. I, too, am a long way from home.”
"Think you’ll ever make it back there?” Zeni said, her voice wistful.
Rashek glanced at her curiously, likely picking up that she was not so much asking him the question than wishing for confirmation on her own thoughts.
"You know, Zeni," Rashek began, his tone thoughtful, "sometimes, it's not about finding our way back to where we came from but about discovering where we truly belong. A home is more than just a place; it's the people we meet and the connections we make. So, whether or not I return to my original home, I've found many homes in my travels, each with their own stories and memories."
His words carried an understanding that went beyond the surface, almost as if he knew there was more to her story. Zeni couldn't help but wonder if Rashek had an inkling of her otherworldly origins. Still, his knowing smile suggested that, even if he did, he would keep her secret safe.
"Thank you, Rashek," Zeni replied softly, her heart warmed by his profound insight. "Your words truly resonate with me. Maybe… maybe we all have many homes. And within, each one teaches us something new.”
"Indeed, Zeni,” he said, nodding. “Life is an ever-changing mosaic of experiences, and every piece we add contributes to its richness. If one keeps that in mind, they’ll find their way, no matter where a path may lead."
Before they parted ways, Rashek hesitated, a curious expression on his face.
"Zeni, I've heard whispers of dungeons scattered throughout this area. Are there any nearby?"
Zeni paused, considering his question.
I knew it! He is a Rahhalah! She thought smugly. Better play it cool.
"There is one, actually,” she said. “It's a few hours from here, in the heart of the nearby mountains.”
“Wonderful,” Rashek said. “Do you have an idea as to the types of loot the dungeon drops?”
Zeni shook her head.
“I've never been there myself, but I want to."
Indeed, she hadn’t stopped thinking about dungeons since she first learned about them, and it really felt as though her desire got stronger for them each day. She wanted to start so badly, but she knew being well-prepared was more critical than some ephemeral want. Still, she wasn’t sure how long she could wait before just going forward and plunging right in.
"The mountains, you say?" Rashek mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "I've always been drawn to such places – the untamed wilds, the world's forgotten corners. There's a certain allure to the unknown, wouldn't you agree?"
"You’re reading my mind, Rashek!” She exclaimed. “There’s a big, beautiful world out there and so much cool crap to discover. Just gotta be brave enough to seek it out."
Rashek smiled warmly, his gaze distant as if lost in thought.
"Indeed, Zeni. And sometimes, the greatest discoveries are the ones that find us when we least expect it."
They shared a moment of quiet contemplation, the air thick with unspoken questions and the secrets of the night. Zeni couldn't help but feel that there was more to Rashek than met the eye, a hidden depth that made their encounter all the more enchanting. Before she could delve further into her thoughts, Rashek seemed to snap back to the present, his expression one of determination.
"Zeni, I've made up my mind. I believe I shall visit this dungeon you speak of and perhaps uncover the mysteries that lie within. Who knows what wonders may await? But first—"
He reached into his carriage and removed a small object, hardly bigger than a ring box. Zeni raised an eyebrow as he opened it, removing a small silver item that looked as though it was crafted into the shape of a scarab beetle. Zeni’s eyes widened in surprise.
“What’s that?” She asked.
“A gift,” he said. “For your kindness, Zeni.”
Zeni balked.
“What? No! You don’t need to do that! Besides, I didn’t get anything for you!”
“Then, consider holding on to it for me,” he said slyly. “I’ve got too many items with me, and I need to make room for the potential haul this dungeon will surely bring me!”
Zeni shook her head.
“Huh? That’s, like, a tiny little thing compared to all the other stuff you have. It will hardly free up any room.”
Rashek nodded sagely.
“Yes, physically, it isn’t large—but its presence needs a lot of space to roam.”
He placed the silver scarab back in the small box and pressed it in her hand.
“Please—consider it one of the offerings for the festival, if nothing else. I’d like you to have it.”
“Well, I mean…” Zeni started, looking down at the beautifully ornate box in her hands. “If it’s that important to you, I guess I could—”
“Excellent!” Rashek announced. “Now—I think, with the sun rising, it would be due to us both to get some rest, don’t you think? You have so graciously strong-armed me into staying within the city limits, and I suppose I should do the whole world a favor and get a few winks before heading out further. Shall we call this our parting?”
Zeni couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm.
"I wish you luck on your journey, Rashek. And if you do uncover something amazing, I hope you'll return to Kephri's Rest and share your discoveries with us."
Rashek grinned, his eyes shining with excitement. "You have my word, Zeni. If fortune favors me, I shall return with tales of the treasures and secrets hidden within the heart of the mountains. Until then, fare thee well."