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"A forgotten tribe?"
Kyralis' question was accompanied by a frown. Thoughtfully, she looked once more at the piece of parchment on which Zhakrid had noted the outcome of her journey. There was no doubt about it. "Forgotten tribe" Zhakrid had noted.
Deep night had now fallen, and silence had settled in. Not a breath of wind stirred. The little stream babbled softly, as if talking in its sleep. Only the campfire crackled away. It was a starry night. Waiting for an answer, Kyralis turned her gaze towards her companion.
"I can't explain it fully," said Zhakrid. "At least, that’s what I could make out from the tablet I found in Maguuma. But there’s more to it than that …" Her voice dropped to an uncertain whisper. "It felt as though an invisible voice was calling me. But my body and mind were at odds. Almost as though two opposing forces were trying to pull me in two different directions."
"Sounds unpleasant," commented Kyralis.
"I know… And yet…" A brief hesitation preceded Zhakrid's words. "I still feel drawn to the voice and this clue as if by a magnet. I can’t explain it… But it haunts me. I want to follow the clues."
The notes mentioned a temple complex, far from where they were. Somewhere in the Krytan coastal region in the south-west. That was all Zhakrid had been able to decipher.
Kyralis furrowed her brow once more while she was reading Zhakrid's note.
"Where does this information come from? How did it end up in Maguuma? And who wrote it?"
"Doesn't matter to me. I have to go. I will find the answers on the way," Zhakrid replied.
"Kryta is far away. You just came back. You need to recover!," Kyralis warned.
No reply.
"It might just be a fairy tale, a wishful thinking, because you want something in your life to change so badly. In the end, you might just end up disappointed."
Still: no reply.
Kyralis lifted her head and looked questioningly at her friend, who was currently distracted by a white rabbit that had strayed into the clearing. For the first time in hours, Zhakrid seemed relaxed.
Kyralis sighed deeply.
"All right then. I guess, you're not going to change your mind. So I'll come along. But for a journey this long, we should organise some extra help. Just in case…"
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Kyralis' question was accompanied by a frown. Thoughtfully, she looked once more at the piece of parchment on which Zhakrid had noted the outcome of her journey. There was no doubt about it. "Forgotten tribe" Zhakrid had noted.
Deep night had now fallen, and silence had settled in. Not a breath of wind stirred. The little stream babbled softly, as if talking in its sleep. Only the campfire crackled away. It was a starry night. Waiting for an answer, Kyralis turned her gaze towards her companion.
"I can't explain it fully," said Zhakrid. "At least, that’s what I could make out from the tablet I found in Maguuma. But there’s more to it than that …" Her voice dropped to an uncertain whisper. "It felt as though an invisible voice was calling me. But my body and mind were at odds. Almost as though two opposing forces were trying to pull me in two different directions."
"Sounds unpleasant," commented Kyralis.
"I know… And yet…" A brief hesitation preceded Zhakrid's words. "I still feel drawn to the voice and this clue as if by a magnet. I can’t explain it… But it haunts me. I want to follow the clues."
The notes mentioned a temple complex, far from where they were. Somewhere in the Krytan coastal region in the south-west. That was all Zhakrid had been able to decipher.
Kyralis furrowed her brow once more while she was reading Zhakrid's note.
"Where does this information come from? How did it end up in Maguuma? And who wrote it?"
"Doesn't matter to me. I have to go. I will find the answers on the way," Zhakrid replied.
"Kryta is far away. You just came back. You need to recover!," Kyralis warned.
No reply.
"It might just be a fairy tale, a wishful thinking, because you want something in your life to change so badly. In the end, you might just end up disappointed."
Still: no reply.
Kyralis lifted her head and looked questioningly at her friend, who was currently distracted by a white rabbit that had strayed into the clearing. For the first time in hours, Zhakrid seemed relaxed.
Kyralis sighed deeply.
"All right then. I guess, you're not going to change your mind. So I'll come along. But for a journey this long, we should organise some extra help. Just in case…"
>>>Go to part 5<<<
>>>Back to the part 3<<<
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