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Her Foes Rage Like Great Waters...
Yuften's goods appear to have been stolen by some unknown party. They need to be recovered.
Yuften:
Ah, Master of the Jinni! Y—you're here.
Yuften:
I jus—just so happen to have a t—task for you... An urgent one!
Paimon:
Yeah, slow down! We'll help once you tell us what's happening!
Yuften:
A shipment—a shipment—a—a shipment of goods has g—gone missing!
Paimon:
You lost three shipment of goods!?
Yuften:
N—no! Just on—one shipment.
Yuften:
I contracted an outside party to sh—ship us some Anahitian Blessing, b—but a l—long time has p—passed and it's s—still not here...
Yuften:
It might be the d—doing of those nor—northerners... Might be retaliation because Babel is always s—searching them for t—traitors...
Yuften:
E-ever since Aderfi and Azariq left... The northerners h—have been much more a—active.
Yuften:
A—alright. I am d—done with dallying. The caravan delivering the Anahitian Blessing's last known location i—is in this region, according to our scouts.
Yuften:
I hope you can help me f—find the goods. Or a—at—at least find any clues as to what happened to the caravan.
Traveler:
Sure. I'll give you a hand.
Paimon:
A caravan can't just disappear on its own, right? Sounds like they got robbed by some bandits...
Yuften:
Th—thank you. A tho—thousand thanks! Please, accept this meat as gra—gratitude for your service.
Paimon:
Wow! Thanks! You're too kind!
Yuften:
H—h—how's your search going?
Traveler:
We're still looking for the caravan.
Yuften:
Pl—p—please find them. I beg you.
Jeht:
Traveler! How have you been!
Jeht:
Thanks for adventuring with me. I... about my parents... Thanks.
Traveler:
There's no need.
Jeht:
Yeah. If Babel didn't have me doing commissions for other assignments, I would be exploring the desert right alongside you.
Jeht:
I still know plenty of cool places! When I find the time, I'll show them to you!
Jeht:
It's just... now's not the time. The cursed traitors are colluding with the northerners, eyeing our territory. I've got to keep on their movements.
Yuften:
This matter is e—extremely urgent! P—please go inform the Matriarch.
Damaged Jar:
(A cracked, empty jar lay there, not yet swallowed by the sands. Looks like it was thrown aside not long ago.)
Paimon:
Look! That jar's still poking out from the sand!
Paimon:
Oh, this doesn't look good... Paimon thinks that they might have dropped some other goods along the way? Maybe we should keep searching ahead.
Empty Broken Box:
(An empty, broken box lay abandoned, toppled over by the roadside.)
Paimon:
Huh. This box must be from the caravan. Look! It even has the tribe's symbol on it!
Traveler:
Won't be hard to ambush someone here.
Paimon:
Yeah... This place looks dangerous!
Traveler:
It looks like they stole even the largest of the goods...
Paimon:
They moved all the valuables, but left the containers. Huh. Paimon guesses they might have a lot of people, but don't seem to have the tools to move the crates.
Traveler:
Or, perhaps, this is a trap...
Paimon:
A... trap?
Paimon:
Do you mean they left these empty boxes on purpose? To... lure people to them?
Traveler:
To lure us.
Paimon:
Ah! Paimon's getting goosebumps! Then... do we really need to keep going...
Paimon:
What? Pfft. Paimon's not scared. Hmph. Besides, you can't just leave Paimon!
Ruined Rug:
(A rolled carpet that's still in good condition. The symbol of the Tanit tribe is stitched into it, while ominous blotches dot its surface...)
Traveler:
The rug... how strange...
Paimon:
Huh... Wow, that rug looks expensive. But why did it just get left here?
Traveler:
Maybe there was a struggle or fight over it...
Paimon:
Hm... Yeah... Paimon thinks she can see that happening.
Paimon:
The caravan and the robbers had a fight here. Some goods got damaged during the battle, while other perfectly fine ones were left aside in the ensuing chaos...
Traveler:
Very astute, Paimon.
Paimon:
Hehe. Paimon's the best!
Paimon:
And then, the caravan and the robbers fought while running all along the way... fighting and running and fighting... That's why all these boxes and jars are scattered everywhere.
Paimon:
Hm. Paimon thinks that's a good deduction!
Traveler:
That doesn't make any sense!
Paimon:
Hmph!
Paimon:
Really...
Traveler:
Because we didn't see any signs of a struggle along the way.
Paimon:
So, that's how it was... Still, Paimon's theory was close... Like ninety-percent accurate close!
Paimon:
Huh... Paimon can't help feeling something's wrong...
Traveler:
About what?
Paimon:
Don't you... think these clues are too neatly laid out? It's like they were placed in a line to lead us over somewhere...
Traveler:
You... might be a bit too suspicious.
Paimon:
Hey! Look, the cart's right there!
Paimon:
Paimon can barely recognize it... Though the Tanit marking's there, it looks a bit... blurry...
Paimon:
Alright. We can close this case now!
Paimon:
It's elementary: What happened was that the caravan was ambushed and the goods were all stolen. Let's go back to Yuften and tell him what happened!
Traveler:
Right, let's head back.
???:
Pardon me, but I beg you both to still your stride.
Paimon:
Huh? Who are you?
???:
We are friends. Of Jeht's. You have been working hard.
Paimon:
Oh, well, Jeht's friends are our friends! We were just finishing up! Let's head back together!
???:
Haha, no need to be so hasty. And guests shouldn't be so harried to depart.
Traveler:
Paimon, wait... There's something not right with them.
???:
Jeht requested that you stay in the desert for a time... She commissioned us to come here and give you the "hospitality" you deserve.
???:
It would be cruel of you to disappoint her kindness.
Paimon:
Uh... Traveler...
Traveler:
Paimon. Hide.
Paimon:
A—Alright!
Paimon:
Hmph... They left absolutely nothing intact. Oh, Paimon's getting mad! These hilichurls really know how to break stuff!
Paimon:
Huh? But... the hilichurls have their camp here, don't they?
Paimon:
Yeah... You're right! There aren't any carts or even wrecks here... The shack left behind by the hilichurls also doesn't seem to have any cart parts... How strange.
Traveler:
Let's follow the road a while longer.
Paimon:
Alright. But if it wasn't the hilichurls, then who?
Paimon:
Wow... that was close. Luckily, we're good at fighting. Took them down in no time flat!
Traveler:
Thanks for your "hospitality."
Paimon:
Why is it that every bad guy wants to mess with us? Is it because we look soft?
Traveler:
They claimed to be sent by Jeht...
Paimon:
...
Paimon:
Do you believe them?
Traveler:
I don't think Jeht has a reason to do this.
Traveler:
But she might be wrapped up in something big...
Paimon:
Yeah... Paimon doesn't think Jeht would do this either... But, what should we do now?
Paimon:
The people who just ambushed us knew Jeht, which means that they must know people amongst the Tanit as well...
Paimon:
You mean that if we return to the tribe, we'll catch their attention? Paimon doesn't think they'll just let this go.
Paimon:
And Jeht... Paimon's not suspecting her, but the people who tried to kill us might be hiding within the tribe. Maybe we should leave for a while...
Traveler:
If we leave, Jeht might be in danger.
Paimon:
Yeah... We can't just leave her.
Traveler:
Let's go back first. But don't mention Jeht.
Paimon:
Huh? But...
Paimon:
Hmph! Paimon's not scared! If you've decided, then that's how we'll do it!
Yuften:
Y—y—you're back?
Paimon:
What? Something strange about us coming back?
Yuften:
N—N—No. I'm v—very pleased th—that you h—have returned, e—esteemed Master of the Jinni.
Yuften:
R—right. Ab—abo—about the c—caravan. How did y—your investigation... go?
Traveler:
The caravan got ambushed. The goods have been taken.
Yuften:
Cu—curses! It's those traitors again! I—I—I just kn—know it!
Paimon:
Traitors...
Yuften:
Th—Th—Those traitors! Those northerner colluding dogs!
Yuften:
A—aside from this, wh—what else ha—have you uncovered?
Traveler:
We were ambushed by the Eremites.
Paimon:
Yeah. Just as we finished investigating what happened to the caravan, the Eremites showed up to ambush us! They also said...
Traveler:
They also said that they knew us.
Paimon:
Right... That too!
Yuften:
...
Yuften:
I—if—if that's the c—case... Th—then they might be onto you as well.
Yuften:
H—Here is your pa—payment. P—Please go see Matriarch B—Babel about th—this matter as s—soon as possible!
Traveler:
Right.
Yuften:
Fa—farewell, esteemed Master of the Jinni.
Babel:
Greetings, esteemed Master of the Jinni. Is there something you need?
Traveler:
Yuften's caravan got raided by some of your traitors.
Babel:
Truly... Well, it's not unexpected. The northerners from the snowlands have long tried to push into our lands. The treacherous amongst our number fell prey to their words and turned against us.
Babel:
These traitors have been causing havoc for quite some time. Sporadic but persistent raids and robberies have been happening since a few months ago...
Babel:
Oh... Apologies, I didn't mean to interrupt. Please continue.
Traveler:
The traitors have also taken an interest in us.
Paimon:
Yeah. Just as we finished investigating the caravan, thugs from the Eremites ambushed us.
Babel:
Is that the case... How vile.
Babel:
It appears that... with Aderfi and Azariq both gone, these wild dogs see this as high time to bare their teeth.
Babel:
How about this? Please wait here and rest. I will handle all matters regarding your safety.
Babel:
Jeht is still outside fulfilling her duties to the tribe. I will have her work alongside you to get to the bottom of this matter.
Babel:
And before that, I will do my utmost to find the assassins who sought you dead... I ask for only patience in return.
Paimon:
Uhh... Oh, one more thing! The bad guys that jumped us seemed to know us! They might be from the tribe!
Babel:
It's not impossible... But it matters little. With your privileges as esteemed guests, you will be protected... So long as you stay here, no one can hurt you.
Babel:
If anyone of the Tanit seeks to trouble you, whoever they are, they will face judgment at my hands, under my authority as Matriarch.
Babel:
Please, rest. I will pursue the matter of the traitors to the fullest of my ability.
Babel:
Additionally, I will keep watch for Jeht on your behalf. I will notify you the moment she returns.
Paimon:
Alright! Thanks a lot, Matriarch Babel.
Babel:
The courtesy is unneeded.
Babel:
Greetings, esteemed Master of the Jinni.
Babel:
Regarding the attempt on your life, rest assured, I am still investigating.
Babel:
I can promise your safety when you are amongst the Tanit, but should you walk the desert sands... Be very careful.
Babel:
Allow me to offer my deepest thanks on behalf of the Tanit and Jeht herself for your deeds...
Babel:
The Eternal Oasis not only bears great importance to Jeht, but it also stands as a central pillar of our faith.
Babel:
Claiming the Eternal Oasis means claiming the sovereignty that once belonged to the Queen of All Oases, Nabu Malikata... For her descendants, this inheritance means everything.
Traveler:
I don't quite understand... Just what is it actually worth?
Babel:
Hahaha. Perhaps it can't even be traded for a single coin...
Babel:
But it is beyond value nonetheless.
Sometimes, the best way to deal with schemes is by brutal force — a knot that cannot be undone can be ripped apart.
Investigate:
(Scattered, messy footprints both deep and shallow mark the area. There are even signs of a person tumbling across the sands... It is apparent that someone ran for their lives not long ago, leaving these footprints behind.)
Paimon:
Wow... What a mess of footprints... It looks... terrifying... Let's just get going.
Traveler:
Relax, there's nothing scary here.
Paimon:
That's exactly what makes this place creepy...
Babel:
*cough*... Look upon us... The Tanit... ruined... by a single traitor...
Babel:
My... tribe... my kin... my Eternal Oasis...
Jeht:
Say goodbye to them, while you still have time for some final words.
Babel:
Why! ...I once... loved you so much... Why did you... betray me... and the Tanit...
Jeht:
Why? Because you're evil and I'm not. I see no reason why I must explain myself to you.
Babel:
...
Jeht:
*sigh* Alright... Babel, let me tell you...
Jeht:
It's because Traveler is my best friend.
Traveler:
...
Jeht:
You wanted to get rid of him, but I refused to be part of it, and so you decided to get rid of me too.
Jeht:
No, you're more despicable than that... You wanted to pit us against each other!
Jeht:
Only then did I realize that you are no "Prophetess," nor do you deserve to be favored by the Queen of All Oases.
Jeht:
You're just a despicable schemer.
Babel:
You're... the foolish one... *cough* An outsider... You did all this, for an outsider!
Babel:
I... We're your real family! You've destroyed everything. You destroyed... the hopes of the Tanit... the hopes of all the tribes who wander... amidst the gilded sands!
Jeht:
Stop bigging yourself up. I just pushed your tiny sand dune over, that's all.
Jeht:
Really, I'm the one with the questions here! What kind of mother would force her daughter to kill her friend, anyway? Answer me!
Babel:
...
Jeht:
Some family you are — you tried to take my life! Abyss take your idiotic dream of being a prophetess. Well, someone might fulfill it in your stead... But I'm sure they'll keep their hands cleaner than you did.
Babel:
Haha... Hahaha... But I've already sent scouts to inform all the tribes of... your betrayal...
Babel:
Soon, it'll be known... that you're a traitor who tarnished her family's name... *cough*... all across the vast desert... Very soon...
Babel:
No one will ever accept you again... Never again... will you find a safe place to lay your head...
Jeht:
...When did you do that?
Babel:
*cough*...! Haha... Right before... you came back...
Traveler:
So you've always wanted us dead, then.
Jeht:
But you said before that you wanted to give me a chance to repent... Was that also a lie?
Babel:
I thought... you'd soften... it'd make it easier to get rid of you...
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
You disgust me. All of you.
Investigate:
(A smashed crate, with traces suggesting that it once contained something that was alive... But whatever it was, it is now free.)
Paimon:
Ugh, the smell... This isn't good...
Paimon:
Let's not stay here. There are other signs ahead that might lead us to Jeht's location!
Jeht:
*huff* *huff* *cough*
Paimon:
That's her — that's Jeht! Is she injured?
Jeht:
Bleda... Gwaffah... Izder... Meddur... Teyya...
Jeht:
Uzad... Tafreh...
Paimon:
Are those... names?
Jeht:
...?
Jeht:
You're here, Traveler...
Jeht:
Sorry, I might have lost my head a little back there... And sorry for getting caught as well.
Paimon:
That's not important! Are you hurt? Is it serious?
Jeht:
Come here. I've something to tell you two.
Jeht:
...Tell me, that you still remember my mother's name? If so... prove it with your sword.
Paimon:
Wh—What are you talking about?
Jeht:
Tell me, straight to my face, that you aren't despicable traitors — and then prove it!
Jeht:
I am calm. Draw your sword!
Investigate:
(This tough canvas may once have been a part of a Fatui banner or tent. It's been torn apart to the point where you cannot discern its shape.)
Paimon:
It's like a cyclone passed through...
Jeht:
*huff* *huff* *cough*
Traveler:
Now then. Let's talk.
Jeht:
...
Traveler:
I won't hurt you. Please, trust me.
Jeht:
Whatever, I'm done with this. First, it was Azariq, and now it's you... *sigh*...
Traveler:
Calm down. We were all deceived.
Paimon:
He's right! You said that the Matriarch asked you to hunt us down because we betrayed the tribe, but y'know what? That's the exact same mission she gave us!
Paimon:
We didn't believe you'd betray us, so we were trying to find you and figure things out.
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
I didn't betray the tribe, nor do I have any reason to do so.
Jeht:
Matriarch Babel has witnesses on her side: Yuften saw you deal with the northerners, and Masseira saw you moving around their camp.
Paimon:
What? No way! She also told us... that you were spotted colluding with enemies of the tribe!
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
So, why did they say you betrayed us? What's going on?
Paimon:
Eh... Paimon wishes we knew... Anyway, calm down and let us explain!
Traveler:
If it's Babel's design to pit us against each other...
Traveler:
Will they defend us or the Matriarch?
Jeht:
...
Paimon:
Think about it, Jeht! Who do you trust more? Us or them?
Jeht:
Quiet down, would you, Paimon? This whole thing doesn't make any sense...
Paimon:
Phew... You finally put your weapons down. Let's not draw 'em again, shall we? You gave Paimon quite a fright...
???:
Don't be so optimistic yet, little one... She could still use her blades.
Jeht:
Nayram, Rezki! Why are you here? I can handle things alone here. There's no need for you to pitch in.
Nayram:
Uh-huh, I can tell you're doing pretty well, Jeht... That's why Rezki and I are both needed to deal with the two of you.
Rezki:
...And there's also this little Jinni.
Nayram:
Oh, the little Jinni. I'm quite fond of her. Let's spare her.
Paimon:
What!?
Rezki:
...
Rezki:
...Alright.
Jeht:
Wait, have... have you also betrayed the Tanit?
Nayram:
No, on the contrary, we're here to deal with traitors.
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
I see.
Traveler:
Who are they?
Jeht:
That's not important. They used to be good people.
Jeht:
Nayram, Rezki, it was a pleasure being your family. Now, forgive me.
Rezki:
Alright. Let's do this.
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
Matriarch Babel sent them... What do you think they will do?
Traveler:
You should take a look at this...
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
So, she set the trap up long ago, and was just waiting for us to walk right into it?
Jeht:
Wait... Why didn't you... show me this earlier?
Paimon:
We would've, but you didn't give us a chance to speak before drawing your weapons, and you wouldn't listen to reason either!
Jeht:
Um... *sigh* I'm sorry. Thank goodness you're alright...
Jeht:
Regardless, I have to get to the bottom of this. I need answers from her.
Jeht:
Ugh... Ow, ow...
Traveler:
We still have time. You should rest.
Paimon:
Yup yup, there's no need to rush it. We can return any time, while Babel has to wait for us.
Traveler:
Paimon's right. The initiative is on our side now.
Jeht:
Mm, you're right. I'm sorry that I didn't trust you...
Paimon:
Alright, Jeht, show us your wounds already. We'll help bandage you up!
Jeht:
My wounds? Where? Pfft... That's right. They're everywhere! ...Seriously though, I can keep going.
Traveler:
Don't try to downplay it. Let us have a look.
Jeht:
*sigh*... Okay. Sorry...
And so, you all decide to rest briefly and start a campfire...
After carefully tending to Jeht's wounds, you get some rest together with her by the campfire.
Though no words are spoken, you both know what must happen next.
Jeht:
...Let's go. Let's find Babel and have her explain everything to us.
Babel:
...It's you, Jeht! You're... You're back.
Jeht:
Yes, we're back, alive. I'm sorry.
Babel:
It does my heart good to see you return safely... You must be in need of some rest. Come, let me see what I can do.
Jeht:
I don't need to rest. I need answers.
Jeht:
Why did you lure me into the northerners' trap? Why did you send other members of the tribe to kill me? Why do you want me dead?
Babel:
...
Babel:
Calm down. Listen, Jeht...
Babel:
Do you remember what I told you? Of how the Eternal Oasis is the Tanit's hope, and how it will bestow a prosperous homeland upon us? It is exactly for this cause that you pledged your loyalty to me, no?
Babel:
Now that the door to the Oasis is open to the Tanit, we must keep it a secret from outsiders...
Babel:
We must ensure that the Tanit are and will remain the most beloved children of the Queen of All Oases... Only thus can we guide the other wandering desert tribes to gather by the Oasis.
Babel:
And when they do... Just think about it — faith will allow us to reunite the scattered peoples of the desert and their resources.
Babel:
Under the guidance of the Queen of All Oases, we will rebuild a nation of oases in this desert with our own two hands, and once that is done, none of us shall ever have to bow to those city ilk ever again.
Babel:
We will be able to build our own palaces, develop an academic system unique to us. We shall even challenge that god who's naught but a mere caged bird!
Babel:
Of all those things that I told you, have you not listened to a single word?
Jeht:
And I told you that it was impossible! The Queen of All Oases is long gone. She's not in the Oasis, and there's no way we can resurrect her!
Babel:
...
Babel:
Preposterous! Even as my most beloved daughter, how dare you spout such nonsense!
Babel:
Whether she is alive or dead, whether she can or cannot be resurrected... As long as the Eternal Oasis is under my control, all such things will be mine to decide.
Babel:
I shall be the sole Prophetess of the slumbering goddess, the Tanit's law shall be divine edict, and the prosperity of the Tanit shall be the pre-ordinance of her divine oracles.
Babel:
But before all that comes true, Jeht... It's not yet too late to repent. You are my most beloved daughter, and I wish to set you back on the right path.
Jeht:
I—I don't understand. What do you mean?
Babel:
I've made my point clear: The one and only oracle demands absolute obedience. The only ones who haven't been blinded by the truth of the Oasis are you and your outsider friend.
Babel:
And this outsider remains the Master of the Jinni. Though the Jinni herself has long gone silent, we can gain control over her as long as we get rid of her master.
Babel:
Of the two of us, it is I who respects her ancient wisdom and the power to rebuild the Oasis. It is more fitting, therefore, that we gain mastery over the Jinni.
Paimon:
Huh? What's that supposed to mean?
Babel:
You dodged the question last time... and that is understandable.
Babel:
But today, you must make a choice: Tanit, your home, or this outsider, this friend of yours.
Traveler:
Wait. Are you saying that you discussed how to get rid of me previously?
Jeht:
Yes... But I refused. I mean, come on! You're my friend, after all.
Babel:
I'm sorry, my child, but sacrifice is necessary... I shall not let his noble blood be shed in vain. On that, you can have absolute faith in me.
Babel:
As for you, Jeht, you will become my successor, and one day, you will be the Tanit's new Matriarch and Nabu Malikata's Prophetess.
Babel:
Please, consider my offer. The future of our home lies in your hands, my daughter. Merely ask it of me, and I will give you time and one more chance.
Jeht:
There's no need. I've made up my mind.
Paimon:
Um, you sure you don't want more time? This situation's, like, super tense!
Jeht:
Babel, I appreciate your help all throughout this time... Though I'm well aware of the fact that I'm the daughter of a traitor and an outsider.
Jeht:
I couldn't be more grateful... for your arrangements.
Jeht:
...The things that I've done for you, the voices I've silenced for you, the elders who disappeared...
Jeht:
Elder Bleda, the one who liked crocodiles... surely you remember him? He treated you like his daughter, and he doted on me as well... That's why I could plunge a poisoned dagger into his chest.
Babel:
...
Jeht:
Elder Gwaffah was such an eyesore to you, and you were that to him, too. And sadly, it was me in the end with a Sumpter Beast's jawbone. Again, and again, and again, and again...
Jeht:
That was the first time I had ever been scared to tears. I was so afraid of myself. I still remember how you wiped my tears away...
Paimon:
Hold on... Are you saying...!? ... How could that be...
Babel:
Wait. Why are you bringing this up? Why do you have to bring this up in front of them?
Jeht:
Ah, and there was also Elder Teyya. She was young and beautiful, and she was the head of the hunting party... a more capable competitor than you.
Jeht:
She thought I adored her, but I was loyal to you, for I believed that you alone were my true family. I believed that you could wipe my tears away once more and give me a home.
Jeht:
So I made her disappear in the desert...
Babel:
And what is the point of this meaningless talk?
Jeht:
You are the "sole oracle of the goddess" and my "mother." Why should there be any secrets between us?
Jeht:
If you wish to hear more, I can spell every one of my deeds out to you, and to all the Tanit.
Jeht:
Everything I've done for you, my mother, and for this family.
Jeht:
I've done enough, and I'm fed up with it. I won't betray Traveler.
Babel:
You're mad... How dare you slander me, your Matriarch! You've forgotten your mother's name! Silence — I bid you be silent now, before it is too late!
Jeht:
My mother's name is Ufairah — Ufairah Hindi. She was an honest person.
Babel:
...
Babel:
Ah, so it was true, then. The traitor's daughter could never be anything but a half-grown mongrel... just like her father.
Babel:
Jebrael and that outsider woman have already paid the price for the unforgivable things they did, and now, their daughter repeats their errors. I should've seen that coming!
Jeht:
Ufairah Hindi, that's her name... And it will be mine as well.
Babel:
Traitor! All my teachings were for nothing! May the desert mark your treachery!
Babel:
Enough! My kin, you know what to do.
Babel:
She has angered... and saddened me.
Paimon:
Huh...! Hold on! Don't get so worked up! Didn't you just say that you see Jeht as your daughter... Besides, Traveler has helped you so many times...
Paimon:
A—Anyway, there's still gotta be a way to come to an understanding, right?
Jeht:
Paimon, hide yourself.
Jeht:
Keep your eyes closed... and don't dirty your white clothes.
Paimon:
You can always trust us, Jeht!
Jeht:
I know... It's just that I'm left with nowhere to return to again...
Traveler:
But put another way, you're now free to call anywhere you wish home.
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
Pfft, if it were me back then, I'd have thought that you were mocking me! *sigh* But you're right.
Jeht:
You're right... Now, I'm the head of my own house.
Jeht:
I'm no longer a servant bound by the name "Tanit." I'm now the master of the name "Jeht."
Paimon:
...
Jeht:
I've reclaimed my mother's name... I'm free. Perhaps "Jeht" will also become the name of a new clan someday... Maybe? I dunno.
Jeht:
My mother's name gives me pride, and my father's name also holds many memories for me. As long as I remember them, even in this barren desert... Will that not be the home I was seeking all along?
Traveler:
Now, "home" need not be a cause of anxiety for you.
Jeht:
Thank you.
Jeht:
Uh... You know what? Actually, I'd love to go on more adventures with you... Haha, never mind that. You must've had enough of me after all the dangerous situations I put you in...
Jeht:
But... I can tell that you have your own journey ahead, a travail of greater solitude and a far grander objective, both of which are beyond what I can bear or imagine.
Jeht:
As for me, I've also set myself on a certain path. You've seen it already... It's not gonna be a peaceful one. And I won't drag you down with me.
Paimon:
...C'mon, Jeht, you're not "dragging us down" or anything...
Jeht:
Anyway, if you ever feel tired or want to take a breather... I believe that our paths will converge one day.
Jeht:
At that time, I might even invite you to go on a crazy adventure with me again.
Jeht:
Phew... I've done enough talking... It's time to leave. There's nothing left here but heartbreak.
You hug Jeht before parting ways with her in the desert.
She holds you tightly, and you notice that she seems to be holding back sobs...
However, she quickly draws back and rubs her wet eyes before smiling broadly at you once more.
"May we meet again under a lovelier sun," she says.
Jeht turns away and leaves.
You see Benben, only now emerging out of the ruined camp, hurry to catch up with Jeht.
Jeht has not yet returned to the tribe, and now you can only count on the results of Babel's investigation...
Babel:
Esteemed Master of the Jinni! There is an urgent matter that I need to inform you of!
Babel:
I was so shocked when I first heard about it... Oh, where should I begin...
Paimon:
Huh? What is it?
Babel:
Jeht... Jeht, she's... I hate to say it, but she... could very well be a traitor to the tribe.
Paimon:
Huh!?
Traveler:
Do you have any proof?
Babel:
Some time earlier, we caught a northerner who knew Jeht. He told us... that Jeht had revealed to them the location of all our outposts.
Babel:
If all our outposts are exposed, the actions of the entire Tanit tribe in the desert will be utterly restrained...
Babel:
What's more, according to him, Jeht has already sent out several batches of assassins, her very target being you... who possesses the Jinni.
Paimon:
Huh!? Isn't that...
Traveler:
Ahem!
Babel:
If his confession's true, Jeht should be active in their camp.
Babel:
And according to our recent reports, the northerners are indeed closing in on our tribe. They have bypassed our sentries and set up camps at a dangerously close distance.
Traveler:
Those are signs, not proof.
Babel:
In the desert, no one should take any ominous sign lightly. The excessive speculation of "Jeht is a traitor" is just the worst inference I have made based on the existing signs...
Babel:
Plus... She hasn't been back for a long time. I'm really worried about her.
Babel:
Please forgive me for making such a speculation... But I genuinely think of her as my own daughter. No matter what she might've become, it is the consequence of my own mistake...
Babel:
Therefore, esteemed Master of the Jinni, I beg you, regardless of the path she has chosen, bring her back to me...
Babel:
Whether she lives to prove her innocence, or has paid for her missteps.
Paimon:
So... did Jeht really betray us?
Babel:
I'll mark the location of the northerners' forward operating base on your map. Just keep looking in this direction and you won't miss it.
Traveler:
I will find her, figure everything out, and bring her back.
Babel:
Sorry, it all happened so suddenly... It's hard even for me to accept such a twist.
Babel:
Please bring her back to me and let me talk to her, will you?
Paimon:
Don't worry. We will!
Yuften:
H—H—Hello, e—e—esteemed Master of the Jinni!
Yuften:
N—Not too bad. It was quite a shame that we lost Aderfi, a—along with all those goods. Fortunately, we still have contact with o—other merchants, so the l—loss is s—still acceptable.
Yuften:
Th—The supply of seeds, soil, and Anahitian Blessing is fairly normal, b—but some annoying bandits s—s—still show up every now and then and rob our caravans. D—Darn it!
Yuften:
Traitors, and Jeht... Ugh! Must be those northerners behind all this!
Traveler:
About the northerners...
Yuften:
Th—They came into the desert a long time ago. Th—They'd trade things with us, teach us new te—te—techniques.
Yuften:
At that time, w—we thought they were good people, much warmer than those city people who live in trees...
Yuften:
But then, th—they started using those advanced, shiny things to lure our people, make them b—break away from the tribe, and m—make them rebels.
Yuften:
Th—That's when we discovered that these northerners a—are not good people, b—but enemies that should be guarded against.
Yuften:
F—First it was Aderfi and Azariq, now even Jeht...
Yuften:
*sigh* Sometimes, I—I—I don't even know who to trust.
Paimon:
Hmm... "Gerardo," "Ice Cream," "Pierogi"... They have mixed passwords from different times! Which one's the real password?
Traveler:
Guess we have to try them one by one.
Paimon:
Yeah... Paimon has no better idea.
Paimon:
And it looks like they've moved the location of their main camp! Hmm... This map looks way too ugly! Paimon can only roughly make out the direction they went...
Paimon:
Well, let's catch up in the direction they left, shall we?
Scattered Matchsticks:
(An opened matchbox with the Fatui's Delusion logo printed on it. Used matchsticks are scattered around it, not yet buried by the sands.)
Scattered Matchsticks:
(One cannot help but wonder why the Fatui Skirmishers would use this method to start a fire when they could simply drive elements.)
Empty Wooden Box:
(An empty wooden box, which has not been buried by the sands yet. Obviously, it was just recently abandoned, and the owner should not have gone far.)
Fatui Skirmisher:
Who are you? Password!
Paimon:
Password! What was the one that we found again?
Fatui Skirmisher:
...
Fatui Skirmisher:
Huh? "Gerardo"? What is that? Sounds like some air freshener brand.
Fatui Skirmisher:
Hey, Ilyusha, "Gerardo"! Does that ring a bell? I've never heard of it.
Ilyusha:
"Gerardo"? Nah. Is that the brand of the baby powder you use?
Yevgraf:
Do I look like someone who uses off-brand baby powder? The Mr. Charming Yevgraf, using "Gerardo"!? Am I a joke to you?
Ilyusha:
C'mon, I was just asking! Why are you so worked up!?
Yevgraf:
How dare you humiliate me and ask me to calm down? Am I someone with such bad taste? Do I look like someone who uses "Gerardo"?
Ilyusha:
*sigh* Alright, sorry! I apologize, come on! Stop fighting over some baby powder! Anyway, what did you just ask...?
Ilyusha:
Hold on a sec... Yes, you asked about the password! Ah, I do have a vague impression. Lemme check the password list real quick...
Yevgraf:
Hmph, this is the attitude that my colleague should have!
Yevgraf:
Hey, you there! Do I look like someone who uses "Gerardo"?
Paimon:
Eh...?
Traveler:
No...?
Yevgraf:
See, I told you! I only use Fontaine brands. And listen, if you are looking to buy any skin care or hair products, my advice is all you're gonna need.
Yevgraf:
Don't get yourself fooled by that stupid "Gerardo."
Ilyusha:
Hey, hey, Yevgrash, I found it! The password "Gerardo" was selected by Kapitan Zoya. It's... uh... her favorite puppy.
Yevgraf:
Oh! Oh... I—I see.
Yevgraf:
I—I've never used "Gerardo," actually.
Ilyusha:
I know, I'll keep it a secret.
Yevgraf:
Thanks, man.
Paimon:
...
Ilyusha:
But... Well... This password has expired, now that we just changed it. Now it's... Well, it's a little embarrassing, haha. It's that... little... thing.
Yevgraf:
What? Kapitan Zoya's cat?
Ilyusha:
Pfft... Ahem! N—No. It's another cute little animal. As soft and furry as a cat, but smaller and more docile...
Traveler:
I guess it's bigger than a mouse, but smaller than a ferret.
Paimon:
Hey, what are you doing!? This isn't the time for riddles! We still have business to do!
Yevgraf:
That's right! And we, too, have serious work on our hands! Sorry, that was the correct password, but unfortunately, it's no longer valid.
Ilyusha:
Ding ding ding! You're out! Both of you!
Ilyusha:
Then what was Kapitan Zoya's order again? Ah, that's right... Those who fail to match the password shall be executed on the spot.
Yevgraf:
So, uh, sorry, friend. I can't let others know that I've used "Gerardo."
Ilyusha:
Yeah, we're really sorry... Wait... What do you mean you've used it!?
Yevgraf:
Shut up and fire!
Paimon:
Hmm... There's another document mentioned here. Why don't we search that one, too?
Fatui Skirmisher:
Who are you? Password!
Paimon:
Password! What was the one that we found again?
Fatui Skirmisher:
...
Fatui Skirmisher:
Huh? "Gerardo"? What is that? Sounds like some air freshener brand.
Fatui Skirmisher:
Hey, Ilyusha, "Gerardo"! Does that ring a bell? I've never heard of it.
Ilyusha:
"Gerardo"? Nah. Is that the brand of the baby powder you use?
Yevgraf:
Do I look like someone who uses off-brand baby powder? The Mr. Charming Yevgraf, using "Gerardo"!? Am I a joke to you?
Ilyusha:
C'mon, I was just asking! Why are you so worked up!?
Yevgraf:
How dare you humiliate me and ask me to calm down? Am I someone with such bad taste? Do I look like someone who uses "Gerardo"?
Ilyusha:
*sigh* Alright, sorry! I apologize, come on! Stop fighting over some baby powder! Anyway, what did you just ask...?
Ilyusha:
Hold on a sec... Yes, you asked about the password! Ah, I do have a vague impression. Lemme check the password list real quick...
Yevgraf:
Hmph, this is the attitude that my colleague should have!
Yevgraf:
Hey, you there! Do I look like someone who uses "Gerardo"?
Paimon:
Eh...?
Traveler:
No...?
Yevgraf:
See, I told you! I only use Fontaine brands. And listen, if you are looking to buy any skin care or hair products, my advice is all you're gonna need.
Yevgraf:
Don't get yourself fooled by that stupid "Gerardo." These brands always like to come up with names like that, but they can't even tell you why. They'll just throw fancy words around and pair them with fancy packaging...
Yevgraf:
And boom! They toss their products onto the shelf and make big money! Money from us honest and simple folks!
Ilyusha:
Hey, hey, Yevgrash, I found it! The password "Gerardo" was selected by Kapitan Zoya. It's... uh... her favorite puppy.
Yevgraf:
Oh! Oh... I—I see.
Yevgraf:
I—I've never used "Gerardo," actually.
Ilyusha:
I know, I'll keep it a secret.
Yevgraf:
Thanks, man.
Paimon:
...
Ilyusha:
But... Well... This password has expired, now that we just changed it. Now it's... Well, it's a little embarrassing, haha. It's that... little... thing.
Yevgraf:
What? Kapitan Zoya's cat?
Ilyusha:
Pfft... Ahem! N—No. It's another cute little animal. As soft and furry as a cat, but smaller and more docile...
Traveler:
I guess it's bigger than a mouse, but smaller than a ferret.
Paimon:
Hey, what are you doing!? This isn't the time for riddles! We still have business to do!
Yevgraf:
That's right! And we, too, have serious work on our hands! Sorry, that was the correct password, but unfortunately, it's no longer valid.
Ilyusha:
Ding ding ding! You're out! Both of you!
Ilyusha:
Then what was Kapitan Zoya's order again? Ah, that's right... Those who fail to match the password shall be executed on the spot.
Yevgraf:
So, uh, sorry, friend. I can't let others know that I've used "Gerardo."
Ilyusha:
Yeah, we are really sorry...
Ilyusha:
Wait... What do you mean you've used it!?
Yevgraf:
Shut up and fire!
Paimon:
That's how it is... They're taking Jeht to the canyon!
???:
Stop... Please stop hitting me! I'll give you whatever you want!
Paimon:
Hmm... These are all daily supplies for camping. Looks like they were taken from a nearby tribe...
Paimon:
Paimon sees no other clue... Traveler, let's ask this guy!
???:
Wait, what do you want to know? I'm not telling you anything. I don't know anything!
Traveler:
Name. Tell us your name.
???:
What?
Traveler:
She's Paimon, and I'm your worst nightmare. What about you?
???:
What?
Traveler:
Can you understand me? Yes or no?
???:
Y—Yes...
Traveler:
Very well. Your name. Tell me.
Orest:
O—Orest. Private Orest Snezhevich.
Orest:
I—I really don't know anything... I just joined the desert expedition team, and I haven't even familiarized myself with the organization of our forces. You literally can't get anything out of me!
Paimon:
We haven't asked you anything!
Traveler:
Jeht. Does this name ring any bells?
Orest:
N—No...
Paimon:
He means that if you tell us, we'll let you go!
Orest:
Wait, wait! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything I know, but that's all I know!
Orest:
That girl named Jeht... She... she's a monster.
Paimon:
...?
Orest:
They were going to bring her back in a cage... But she woke up and tore the cage apart, and then, the guy standing closest to her... Oh my, poor Jophery...
Paimon:
What happened...?
Orest:
He... he, uh... changed. He became like... like festive confetti...
Paimon:
Huh!?
Orest:
You know, uh... Sometimes bits of confetti would fly into your mouth and you'd just try to spit them out, right? But, but...
Orest:
Well, when we realized something was wrong, we realized... that those weren't confetti, it was Jophery...
Paimon:
Ah! Stop, stop! Paimon's feeling sick...
Orest:
What happened later... I wasn't sure. It was all messed up...
Orest:
Thanks to our medic, Podporuchik Muldoon, who acted fast and saved us all.
Orest:
"Shoot her! Shoot her!" "Pull out your guns!" He yelled like that. And we fired at her with all the Electro bullets we had that were supposed to paralyze our prey.
Paimon:
What!? With guns and bullets!? She could die!
Orest:
Someone already died! One of our people!
Orest:
*sigh* Anyway, long story short, she's alive and asleep. She fell into a deep slumber this time.
Orest:
But... the thought of her waking up and going into a rage again, I can't help but... *cough*
Paimon:
Is Jeht... really that scary?
Orest:
She... she's not a girl... She's a monster! A real monster!
Traveler:
Calm down.
Orest:
You... you know, I came to the desert... to do this business. I can earn a lot of Mora, a lot of tax-free Mora every day... *cough* I get to support my family...
Orest:
I mean... I can afford to send my sister to school, an esteemed one... so that she won't be sent to the House of the Hearth like me...
Orest:
Well... I'm not saying that the House of the Hearth is terrible or anything, but I want her to have a brighter future, y'know... She's an orphan too, just like me...
Orest:
She wanted to learn the violin or something... I don't really get that rich people stuff...
Orest:
Anyway, I was ignorant and naive back then... All I knew was that when I grew up and joined the Fatui, I would be able to make her wish come true...
Orest:
Sorry, my apologies... I must've talked too much... *cough* I wasn't trying to win your sympathy or anything, I just wanted to say...
Orest:
...that I did not join the Fatui just to suffer like this!
Paimon:
(Wow... Is Jeht so scary when she gets angry...?)
Traveler:
Tell me where she is and you can go home.
Orest:
Th—Thanks... I'll mark the location on your map.
Orest:
See this camp? It's the transfer station where we transported her. Even if she's not there, you should be able to find the next location.
Orest:
If possible, when you arrive at this camp, can you warn my colleagues and officers for me?
Orest:
Uh, just let them get rid of that nightmare as soon as possible... Our mission has already failed, and there can be no results.
Paimon:
What about you? Aren't you going back?
Orest:
No... As long as they insist on capturing her alive, I dare not to go back.
Traveler:
We are better at beating people than passing on messages.
Orest:
Thanks... If that's all, I'll be leaving now.
Paimon:
You can go now! Don't go back to the camp or we will beat you again!
Orest limped away, and his lonely figure quickly faded into the desert...
Paimon:
Alright, we should leave as well! The next camp isn't too far away.
Paimon:
Hmm... There's another document mentioned here. Why don't we search that one, too?
Paimon:
There's nothing about Jeht... Let's keep looking and see if there're any other files at the camp.
Paimon:
That's how it is... They're taking Jeht to the canyon!
Paimon:
Hmm... It seems that someone in the tribe is working with the Fatui, that's why Jeht... Ugh! Who could it be?
Paimon:
Then we'd better find Jeht first and fast. She's still in great danger, and now, the Tanit tribe is no longer a safe place either.
Paimon:
Let's hurry!
Babel:
You're back. Is there any news about Jeht?
Babel:
Of course... Please, make sure you find her.
Large Military Boots:
(Apparently, these are military assets belonging to the Fatui Skirmishers. It is unclear how they ended up here. They're already filled with sand...)
Large Military Boots:
(Wearing these now must be extra tormenting...)
Babel:
Greetings, esteemed Master of the Jinni. Have you got any news?
Babel:
That's good... I hope you find her soon. I'm also very... very concerned about her.
Babel:
Ugh... You have no idea how much I want to question those northerners in person, but if I rushed it, it would definitely alarm them, which would be even more detrimental to Jeht's safety.
Babel:
Therefore, esteemed Master of the Jinni, on tribe's future rests on your shoulders.