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The Dirge of Bilqis
This is the final part of the journey to the Eternal Oasis. With any luck, this will prove a smooth trip...
Jeht:
Next up is the third cave... Will the big iron ball still work?
Azariq:
It is over 500 years old now. I doubt we can rely on it much longer, so we must act quickly.
Liloupar:
I shall lead the way. Our path gets smoother the further we proceed, it would seem.
Azariq:
Alright, come on, folks. Into the pilot cabin.
Azariq:
Turning the panel on should do the job. Hmm, guess I'll let you do it.
Azariq:
Wouldn't be nice if I stole all the fun from you, y'know?
Azariq:
...
Jeht:
What's wrong, Azariq? Feeling unwell? We can take a break if you're tired.
Azariq:
No, I'm good. Real good, in fact.
Azariq:
Jeht, we need to talk.
Jeht:
Hmm? Is it something important?
Azariq:
...Before that, 旅行者, I have a favor to ask of you.
Traveler:
What is it?
Azariq:
Would you hand the Mother of the Jinn over into my keeping?
Paimon:
Huh!?
Liloupar:
Well, well, aren't you a hasty lad? Far too hasty for your own good...
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
Azariq, you're like an elder brother to me, and I respect your guidance. But I... I don't understand. What's going on? Please, tell me!
Azariq:
I'm doing this for the Tanit. We're getting close to our destination, and it is for the best that we take care of the Mother of the Jinn, rather than leave her in an outsider's hands.
Jeht:
Is this... a request from Matriarch Babel?
Azariq:
It is the rational choice. If she knew of this, she would give us her consent.
Jeht:
That wasn't my question. I'm asking you, is this a request from Matriarch Babel!?
Azariq:
As I said, I do this for the Tanit. The Mother of the Jinn will be an invaluable asset in our hands, while in the hands of this outsider, she's nothing but a toy — a trinket.
Azariq:
Think about it! If we possess her power, we'll be able to recreate verdant oases in the desert again. Hasn't that been Matriarch Babel's pursuit this whole time?
Azariq:
Once we finish this quest, Matriarch Babel will recognize your contributions by appointing you her successor, and your outlander friend will also be rewarded accordingly.
Azariq:
Everyone wins here. You, me... and of course, your friend.
Azariq:
You'd agree with me too, wouldn't you, outlander?
Paimon:
Liloupar doesn't seem to like you much. Paimon doubts she'd come with you!
Liloupar:
Hehe, well said. But allow me to remind you: the contract between my Master and I can only be broken by death.
Azariq:
You are right. My apologies.
Jeht:
...!
Jeht:
This is nonsense...
Azariq:
...?
Jeht:
I said that this is nonsense, and you're full of it... traitor.
Jeht:
You insult me with your filthy lies, and I demand the right to respond with my blades.
Azariq:
Whoa... Just a second there, little wildcat. We were just having a friendly conversation. Why did you suddenly go berserk? Haven't we always been like family to each other?
Jeht:
Family? Perhaps... and perhaps not.
Jeht:
First, you plot murder against our guests and taint our hospitality without Matriarch Babel's permission. This is an act of betrayal.
Jeht:
Second, you've learned technologies from the northerners, but you've refused to share the knowledge with the tribe. That is against our code.
Jeht:
And third, you deceive your fellow tribes-people and place them in peril.
Jeht:
You're right, you know. I've always tried to view you as my brother. But what about you?
Jeht:
You have forgotten your mother's name. Thus, I demand that you cleanse your defilement with your weapons.
Azariq:
Wait. Calm down, calm down. Look, we're in the middle of the desert. If you kill me now, who will be able to prove your innocence?
Azariq:
"Oh? So our little wildcat has finally bared her fangs against her tribe, huh?" That's what everyone will say. You'll be seen as a traitor.
Azariq:
Will someone who has betrayed their own tribe ever be accepted in the desert again?
Jeht:
So what? The only reason I've let you live till now is that you never did us any harm. But now, that reason, too, is gone.
Azariq:
I suggest you calm yourself down. We can still talk. There's no need to resort to violence.
Jeht:
I am calm! Pick up your blade!
Azariq:
*sigh* I didn't expect things would go this far... I can only hope you will forgive me.
Azariq:
*gasp* Wait, please, stop, little wildcat...
Jeht:
Shut up. You disgust me.
Azariq:
*gasp* I'm not asking for your forgiveness. Just... hear me out...
Jeht:
Last words, huh? Make it quick.
Azariq:
You... you let me down... Jeht, I thought you'd understand... *gasp* I reckoned we could work together...
Azariq:
*gasp* You... struggled outside to make a living, too... We are so alike... You care about the Tanit... and you've always been loyal, no?
Azariq:
Please reconsider... *gasp* Think about it... Imagine what the Eternal Oasis will bring us... An infinite future, fertile fields, and endless opportunities...
Azariq:
Future children... will no longer have to beg for food from that city in the rainforest, nor will they need to learn the killer's trade. They will no longer have to rely on some strongman just to live with some dignity...
Azariq:
Think about it, Jeht... Babel is... no worthier... than us... to rule the Tanit...
Azariq:
*gasp* Think, Jeht, think... You're a smart girl... You would... have done the same... for the Tanit...
Jeht:
Are you finished?
Azariq:
Go... If you... spare my life... I can get my friends on the outside to... spare yours, too...
Azariq:
Ha... Or what? Are you... *gasp* willing to be the first member of our tribe who... slaughters your own? I hope you have given thought to... the fate of traitors—
"The one who fails to return alive is the traitor... or so you just told me."
Says Jeht.
Paimon:
...!
Liloupar:
Ahem. I understand if you may wish to mourn for your fellow tribesman or something... But I am obliged to tell you that this big thing will not hold up for much longer.
Liloupar:
My master, for your own safety, we should leave as soon as possible.
Jeht:
Yes... Let's go.
Jeht:
You're awake! How are you feeling? Are you hurt? Can you still walk?
Paimon:
Whoa... That was horrible... Are you alright, 旅行者? Let's get out of here as soon as we can! Who knows if this big guy might explode again...
Paimon:
Hmph! Still joking, huh? Alright, alright! Let's get out of here!
Liloupar:
I am still here as well. My bottle remains intact.
Paimon:
Hmm... Jeht, Paimon's more worried about you, honestly. You okay there?
Jeht:
Just got a few more scratches. Nothing much.
Liloupar:
Alright, let us move on. A safe place, this is not.
Jeht:
You shameless traitor! You dare to show up here? Explain yourself!
Aderfi:
Wait, please, calm down...
Jeht:
I am calm! You just mentioned Azariq, didn't you? I've already dealt with that filthy creature, and I wouldn't mind having a repeat performance with you!
Aderfi:
I thought you saw him as your brother...
Jeht:
Brother, my foot! And you, traitor, had better take stock of your situation. Each word you say could be your last!
Aderfi:
I... He... Wait, I'm really confused right now. Just give me a second to organize my thoughts, please!
Jeht:
Organize your thoughts? Of what? Of teaming up with the Fatui? And you guys! You're with him, aren't you!?
Fatui Skirmisher:
Uh...
Fatui Skirmisher:
Uh... It's a long story, if you would...
Jeht:
Shut it! I'm so sick and tired of having to "be reasonable" with the bad guys. I don't care what you have to say. My blades, though, have lots of things to say to you!
Aderfi:
Wait...!
Jeht:
Hmph... I need to wipe my blades. Help me keep watch.
Jeht:
Judge the criminal first, then find the evidence, huh... Whatever. It makes no difference.
Jeht:
Azariq... So he wanted to murder Matriarch Babel, then become the co-leader of the Tanit with me by "marriage"... and then make us all puppets for the northerners?
Jeht:
...And that's why he had to take you, who might already know what was going on, out of the picture, and gain control over the Jinni. From the very beginning, he had assumed that I would trust him absolutely and go along with his scheme...
Jeht:
I trusted him so much, too! I never... I never imagined he was such a disgusting person.
Liloupar:
Alright. Revenge has been had, and the drama comes to a close. Drumroll please! And who has had the last laugh? Oh my, it's our little Jeht!
Liloupar:
*sigh* This is exhausting. Shall we proceed?
Jeht:
Matriarch Babel needs to know about this.
Liloupar:
Returning now just to give her a report? Oh, I wouldn't call that wisdom.
Liloupar:
Do you really think that desert woman would believe that these two stupid men — and not you — are the traitors if you return empty-handed?
Liloupar:
For the sake of argument, let's assume you have proof of their betrayal. But knowing what you do of the desert dwellers' traditions, do you think your tribe will focus on the evidence and not pay a single slice of attention to the fact that you killed your tribesmen?
Liloupar:
Will Matriarch Babel have eyes only for the proof and forgive the shame caused by your brutal slaughter? I, for one, think she'd much rather hear some good news.
Jeht:
...
Liloupar:
If you wish to return to rest for a moment, you can. But speak nothing of what transpired here. That is my advice.
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
Agreed.
Paimon:
Hmm... You two didn't argue at all. That sure is a new one.
Traveler:
Liloupar's analysis is on point.
Jeht:
If we didn't have more important things to do, I would've cut their heads off and taken them back with me.
Traveler:
Well then, let's move on.
Jeht:
Alright. I will watch your back.
Paimon:
Speaking of which, where are we going?
Paimon:
The big iron ball is totally broken, and there are no clear paths around.
Liloupar:
Worry not, little one, you still have me.
Liloupar:
Well, there is this hole over there that the big iron ball created as it fell. We should be able to reach our destination if we go through it.
Paimon:
Eh? So you can sense stuff like that too? Wow, you're better than a compass! Maybe Paimon should call you Liloupass from now on.
Liloupar:
As I said, my fragment guides me. Let us go. Enter that big iron ball, and we should find a path from there.
Masseira:
How utterly stupid. The tiger pulled out her fangs and smoothed her teeth just to welcome a bride.
Masseira:
Now that the tiger is just one step away from her goal, she just gives up everything else — The tail? Useless! The ears? What are they for!?
Masseira:
But remember, "If not handled well, your scimitar's blade could be turned against yourself." Hmph, I'm not talking about you, golden canary. I speak of...
Masseira:
You'd better watch out for your friend Jeht. Take care of her, hide her fangs, and smooth her raised hackles.
Jeht:
So... are we just one last step away from reaching the Eternal Oasis now?
Paimon:
What's the matter? Are you unhappy, Jeht?
Jeht:
Hmm... I don't know. I mean, I do look forward to fulfilling my parents' dreams at last.
Jeht:
But I can't help but get mixed feelings when I think of all that we've been through along the way.
Jeht:
Although I now have the tribe to call home, betrayals and schemes are never far from me. Are the Tanit truly where I belong? Have I really been accepted by them?
Paimon:
Jeht...
Paimon:
Umm... Let's not wallow in the sad things, Jeht. The past is the past... and anyway, we've beaten all the bad guys now, haven't we?
Traveler:
Paimon's right. It's water under the bridge now.
Jeht:
Yeah, you're right. Let them sink into the sands. We have more important things to do!
Jeht:
But... *sigh* When Dad was with me, I could say "Home is where Dad is." But now, I'm all alone.
Paimon:
Gah, stop wallowing in self-pity, Jeht. You're better than this! Also, we're here for you!
Jeht:
*chuckle* Don't get mad, Paimon. But you're right. I need to keep my chin up.
Paimon:
Now we're talking! Huh. Aren't we supposed to head out now? We can go up using this platform, right?
Jeht:
Haha, alright! Now, enough sentimentality. Let's go!
Babel:
What's the matter, 旅行者? Did you encounter any trouble during your adventure?
Babel:
If you are thinking about Aderfi, he will soon reap what he has sown. Or did someone else offend you?
Babel:
Don't worry. I will handle them properly.
As the shard of light merges with Liloupar's magic bottle, you feel a little of your own power being pulled away...
Through the Jinni's entranced eyes, you see flaring flames and blunt blades...
You see the freezing moonlight and viscous honey...
Through the golden honey, you see the underlying scheme...
The princess sees the consequences of her innocuous error, her sanity giving way to madness...
Her invincible husband is shaken by the tragedy, his greedy heart blinded by ecstasy...
All the sorrow, joy, and madness are finally turned into food for the Jinn-Mother to devour...
"It is curtains for the carnivorous Night of Honey — Such is the end of the Jinni's lover..."
Jeht:
Listen here, Jinni. If anything happens to him, I'll get you for that.
Liloupar:
Harm? Oh, come now. Addiction, though... Now that is a more probable risk.
Paimon:
Addiction is not okay, either! It's unacceptable no matter what!
Liloupar:
The golden honey, the golden scheme... Departure breaks the heart, yet the kingdom lives on under the usurper's rule...
Liloupar:
You have seen that which I speak of.
Liloupar:
I once believed that he would bring this land into a bright future, but he proved no different from the other shallow, mortal tyrants. I was furious... No, I was in pain.
Liloupar:
I was once deeply and madly in love with him, but when I was betrayed like that... Only destruction three times greater than that love could quell my sorrow and pain... Perhaps.
Liloupar:
In short... I used the hands and hearts of my own children to complete an impeccable killing. Such is the consequence of betrayal.
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
Let's get moving. This is giving me goosebumps.
Jeht:
Right there in the center is the Crystal Goblet of Al-Ahmar. If we get there, we should be able to find a way to enter the Eternal Oasis.
Liloupar:
...
Jeht:
What is it? Got anything to say, Jinni?
Liloupar:
Something smells familiar here. But no, it's nothing important.
Liloupar:
Anyway, let us head over there first. Please be careful, my master. I will protect you from the sandstorm.
???:
...
Paimon:
Ahh! What is this place?
Jeht:
C—Careful! I sense a strange power!
Liloupar:
...
???:
...You. The destroyer of Gurabad, the Mother of the Despicable.
Liloupar:
I have returned, sister.
???:
"Sister"? I don't understand. Are you calling me... "sister"?
Liloupar:
Yes. Ferigees, my sister... I have returned.
Ferigees:
You are here to see our mistress, aren't you? Let me guess, you have brought your new master and... his desert slave?
Jeht:
This person's starting to tick me off...
Paimon:
Well, sure sounds like she's Liloupar's sister, alright.
Traveler:
It seems to run in the family...
Paimon:
Wow... If that's the case, Paimon certainly doesn't want to be a guest at their place...
Ferigees:
Hmph. You cannot pass.
Liloupar:
Ferigees, I understand your concerns. I would even be willing to bow in apology, but please, let me see our slumbering mistress, if for but a moment.
Ferigees:
You are worthy no longer, fallen traitor. There is no place for you now in the oasis realm.
Liloupar:
...
Ferigees:
Leave now, before my patience runs dry and these mechanical shackles rumble, and never show yourselves here again.
Liloupar:
Sister, you shed the form of a Jinni and constrained yourself to this husk for thousands of years. Is this the "survival" that you so desired to pursue?
Ferigees:
...
Ferigees:
So, you dispense your kindness to me? Despicable traitor, my shackles have nothing to do with you!
Ferigees:
Ugh... Agh... Ahh...! The shackles... they tighten... Leave! Leave now!
Liloupar:
My master, if I may so ask, please assist me in freeing my sister from her suffering...
Ferigees:
Still so arrogant and inconstant... You disappoint me, my sister.
Paimon:
Gah! Paimon hasn't even figured out what's going on yet, and we're about to fight already!?
Ferigees:
You broke this shell... My spirit and form... shall soon vanish with it also...
Ferigees:
Folly... Just like some mere mortal... Why... What kind of desire... Did you hold...
Ferigees:
The empty tomb... It will crumble... Just like me... and just like you, who are not whole...
Liloupar:
I know, my sister. Still, I must go there, where our mistress slumbers. That is where the answers I seek lie.
Ferigees:
No... Nothing there... But... the coalescence of... regret...
Liloupar:
Farewell, my sister.
The ancient mechanism named "Ferigees," or perhaps the Jinni "Ferigees" who indwelled the mechanism, is silenced forever.
With the help of the Tanit, you prepare to enter Mt. Damavand in search of the secrets that lie buried within the Eternal Oasis...
Jeht:
旅行者, Paimon, how'd you sleep?
Paimon:
Ah... Why did Liloupar have to use all those strange metaphors about bugs and scorpions? Took Paimon half a night to get them out of her head!
Azariq:
Haha... Glad you guys got some rest. I sure didn't.
Jeht:
Huh? And who asked you to get up in the middle of the night to go find Matriarch Babel?
Azariq:
Hmph. Wrong way around. She came to find me.
Traveler:
What did Matriarch Babel want from you?
Jeht:
Ah... It was an urgent... thing.
Azariq:
Some matters concerning the... elders of the tribe, you know?
Liloupar:
Oh... I see we have happened upon some open secret.
Traveler:
...
Paimon:
?
Azariq:
Matriarch Babel spoke briefly with me last night. What we must do next is use the tunnels in the dunes to enter the underground portions of the Eternal Oasis.
Liloupar:
Indeed... My Master, Al-Ahmar, once created a most intricate system of canals, shaped to provide irrigation for the soil of the mortal kingdoms...
Liloupar:
Before the dune was encased in sandstorms, before Al-Ahmar was naught but dust, this place rolled with hills most fecund and verdant.
Azariq:
But those canals have long run dry. Fortunately, that lends them to our purposes quite well, allowing entry to the foundations of the Oasis within the dunes.
Jeht:
So Matriarch Babel has finally made her decision.
Azariq:
It's because 旅行者 reclaimed the Jinni. She can serve as our guide. Moreover, my tongue's as clever as that of a mockingbird's, but you should know that by now.
Liloupar:
I indeed witnessed this occurrence, my master, but I thought there was little need to go into detail about it with you.
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
Alright. Let's go and discuss the rest of the details with Matriarch Babel, then.
Babel:
You've arrived, 旅行者. I hope that our hospitality hasn't disappointed you.
Babel:
Ah, Jeht. While you're here, I shall entrust the great task of apprehending the traitor Aderfi to you...
Babel:
I suspect that the recent spike in traitors within the tribe has something to do with the interference of those who hail from the snowlands.
Jeht:
You mean the Fatui?
Traveler:
The Fatui... Their influence spreads even here?
Paimon:
They're just like those... toads or centipedes Liloupar keeps talking about... We keep running into them everywhere we go!
Babel:
Initially, they approached our merchants under the banner of trade. Then, before long, they started meddling in our affairs... Annoying as it is, the forces behind them are indeed powerful.
Babel:
Prior to the present, we had already pushed the northerners out of our territory, forbidding them from appearing on our hunting grounds to prevent them from further harming our people.
Babel:
Yet, they continue to circle us in the desert like hyenas. I don't know if they seek treasure or an alliance from us... Regardless, they are dangerous.
Jeht:
I got it. I'll return with additional information or a newly claimed life.
Babel:
"And."
Babel:
Information, and a newly claimed life.
Azariq:
...
Jeht:
...I understand.
Babel:
Ahem... However, the Fatui are not the most important segment of today's conversation.
Babel:
旅行者, the task I bade of you today... I believe that Azariq has already gone over the broad strokes with you.
Azariq:
Indeed, Matriarch Babel.
Babel:
Good, but I must warn you still that the path ahead is fraught with dangers... Our scouts have discovered signs that many Wenut may be active in the area.
Azariq:
Be at ease, I will guide them down a safe path.
Babel:
Wenut are extremely dangerous creatures. Approach them with caution. They may attack you upon being drawn by the Jinni's presence.
Liloupar:
Speak not of me as if I am some manner of calamity, desert-wench!
Liloupar:
My master, I will be alert on your behalf. If you come under assault by these Wenut... I may yet be able to rally my strength and defend you.
Jeht:
I've got your back too, 旅行者.
Paimon:
Whoa! Suddenly, we've got two handy sidekicks. Hehe.
Babel:
Esteemed Liloupar... After entering the foundations of the Eternal Oasis, we must rely on your power to guide the group.
Babel:
The ruins of the canals may yet hide your... fragments.
Liloupar:
Indeed. Of this I am aware... But I am curious as to how this knowledge came unto you.
Liloupar:
You learned this from "outsiders," did you not?
Babel:
...
Azariq:
...
Liloupar:
Ha! Worry not! Robbing a few bookish researchers, parting a merchant camp with the maps they have brought with them... These are tricks of an old trade for a desert-dweller! I understand! Ahahaha!
Liloupar:
Thank you for granting me this boon of knowledge. It shall yet lead me to old memories and power both. But I will be watching you, and that lad of yours.
Jeht:
Liloupar, what's wrong with you? Matriarch Babel only organized this expedition to ensure that I can lay my parents to rest! How can you just... slander her like this?
Babel:
Jeht!
Babel:
My apologies, esteemed Liloupar. I understand your misgivings, and will endeavor to win your trust...
Liloupar:
Do as you will. I seek respite!
Jeht:
...
Babel:
Ahem. Very well. Do not let me forestall your departure. Leave as soon as you are able.
Azariq:
Next, you can just keep going into the depths of the canyon. The tunnel leading to the foundations of the Eternal Oasis should be right there.
Jeht:
Hmm... 旅行者, beware of sandstorms. In canyons like these, the wind-flung grains sting worse than those flung by the winds on the open sands.
Liloupar:
Be at ease. I shall protect my master. Let us progress.
Azariq:
Well, I'm gonna split now. You guys stay alert and stay safe.
Jeht:
Thanks. You too.
Paimon:
Azariq! You're the one who should be staying safe, walking through the desert alone and all. Don't get eaten by Wenut!
Jeht:
This is a Tanit camp... It even has the tribe's markings.
Jeht:
Matriarch Babel must've sent someone here ahead of us.
Liloupar:
Oh, ho? What's this? Someone appears to be less attuned to the traditions they so claim to practice than they'd like...
Traveler:
Is there something wrong with the campsite?
Paimon:
Huh... What's wrong with the campsite? Paimon's not seeing anything here.
Liloupar:
She dispatched people to comb this area before our arrival. However, I perceive that they never made it out. Perhaps it is because of such that this place was marked as "forbidden."
Liloupar:
Which means that this area was forbidden for matters of practicality, and not terrors wrought of superstition.
Liloupar:
As for why she sent people here with regularity prior... It could not just be to sate the desire of young Jeht here... More camps lie ahead, I would warrant.
Jeht:
...We'll ask Matriarch Babel about this once we get back. For now, we keep moving.
Jeht:
What... What is this...
Jeht:
Though I really don't want to act without thinking things through, I have a feeling that if we want to continue, we'll need to activate this thing...
Paimon:
Hmm, but what if it's dangerous?
Liloupar:
This is a water-pumping mechanism. It was used to attune to the flow and vectors of water... Though now, water's place in its pipes has been usurped by sand.
Liloupar:
*sigh* As surely as you are witness, this once was a lush garden, in a time when the flowing springs had yet to become a fleeting rarity amongst the sands.
Liloupar:
Enough talk. I think I may yet be able to spark function back into this mechanism... Allow me to try, my master.
Paimon:
It sure sounds like this place is familiar to Liloupar. 旅行者, let's just let her give it a go!
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
Look there. Those tunnels. I'm thinking... of connecting them and clearing the accumulated sand. I think that might open a path for us.
Liloupar:
Ah, a reckless thought, born of ignorance. Still, the plan is worth a try.
Jeht:
You're getting on my nerves, Jinni.
Liloupar:
It is my acknowledgment you are receiving, little one.
Jeht:
Aren't you the little one here!?
Paimon:
Jeht's young and Liloupar's small, so the way Paimon sees it, they're both little ones.
Jeht:
By that logic, seeing that you're both young and small, that makes you the littlest one!
Paimon:
What? D—Don't bring Paimon into your squabbles! 旅行者! Paimon's not little, right?
Traveler:
...
Liloupar:
Hah... How adorable...
Liloupar:
The path ahead lies beneath the sands.
Jeht:
What... Oh, it's been buried... It'll take years for just us few to dig it out.
Liloupar:
Fret not. Let us hunt about for mechanisms nearby that might help drain the sand.
Paimon:
Sure! Let's go!
As the shard of light merges with Liloupar's magic bottle, you feel a little of your own power being pulled away...
Through the Jinni's entranced eyes, you see a ragged shepherd boy along with a dancing maiden, her presence resplendent like a limpid gem beneath the moon's gaze...
Festering hatred assails your senses, before alchemizing into primal, burning love in a sudden instant...
Such love cannot be contained by the vessel of a mortal. It is an emotion that can swallow one whole.
"Then, mortal... What desire of yours can I make manifest?"
Jeht:
旅行者! Are you alright? Answer me!
Paimon:
旅行者! Don't scare Paimon like that! Are you okay?
Liloupar:
Worry not... my master remains unscathed.
Jeht:
"Out of it?" I thought you lost consciousness!
Paimon:
Yeah! You worried Paimon sick!
Liloupar:
Apologies. I did not mean to let you behold a moment so shameful. But as you might understand, I have reclaimed a portion of my memories. Now, I may guard you better.
Paimon:
Huh. The light inside the bottle really does look more sprightly now.
Jeht:
Yeah... It looks just like the lights I saw when Matriarch Babel was emerging from Azariq's tent.
Paimon:
?
Jeht:
...Let's change subjects.
Liloupar:
Across the sands, there is still much of me that lies scattered. If you find it within yourself to offer me this generosity, my master, I will be beyond grateful should you collect my fragments and return me to wholeness.
Liloupar:
In areas around a Jinni's fragments, a spot of green should flourish...
Liloupar:
This is because we Jinn always release energy around us to create an environment conducive to our slumber. I hope you shall bear this in mind.
Traveler:
I will.
Liloupar:
You have my thanks.
Paimon:
Paimon will help too! Paimon's eyesight is second to none! Don't worry about it.
Liloupar:
Ah... I am invigorated! Come. Let us delve deeper.
Jeht:
Yeah. Let's go.
Paimon:
Whoa... What a cavern. Was this place full of water too?
Jeht:
What is this place?
Liloupar:
A mechanism once built to sustain a dream of eternity, to supply the oasis, forever and always. It was once propelled by water but is now driven only by sand.
Liloupar:
King Deshret left his glass goblet here, at the center of this place. The tales speak of him bidding farewell to joy, and leaving his cup behind here as a receptacle to contain past traumas and memories...
Liloupar:
And those traumas and memories protected the eternal sleep of my mistress, the Lord of Flowers.
Jeht:
Was that... something that happened in your time?
Liloupar:
Hm? I suppose, but the details elude my recollection, what with my memories being as scattered as they are...
Jeht:
Then, we need to go down there and activate that... glass?
Liloupar:
Patience. See how there are still two points of entry? Perhaps there are more mechanisms that we need to disable.
Liloupar:
Prithee have faith in my intuition, dear master.
Paimon:
Huh... So, how are we going to get through now?
Jeht:
Hmm... Looks like all we can do is head back to the surface and find another path. Uh... Jinni, can you find another way leading to the other two tunnel entrances?
Liloupar:
I dare not claim to be certain. With loose confidence... I believe so.
Jeht:
Alright. Good. Then, we'd best get back to the surface and start plotting a new path. Any objections?
Liloupar:
What do you think, my master?
Paimon:
Alright...
Jeht:
What? Did you find anything new? Heh, care to share?
Jeht:
We're going, then. Keep up.
Jeht:
Huh... The air outside is crisp!
Liloupar:
What difference is there? 'Tis still as dry and hot as before...
Jeht:
You aren't a desert-dweller. Of course you don't get it!
???:
Hey, little wildcat!
Azariq:
Over here! If this isn't a coincidence!
Jeht:
Azariq! What are you doing here?
Liloupar:
...
Azariq:
Exploring and scouting, same as always. What, is running into another explorer in the desert strange to you?
Paimon:
Running into sand and scorpions is normal. Running into the same person all the time is one coincidence too many for Paimon...
Azariq:
Haha, alright! Come over and have some food, drink some water. You all must be tired.
Jeht:
Hmm. You got any plans after this? You wanna come with us?
Azariq:
Come with you? You've found a path?
Liloupar:
...Don't tell...
Jeht:
Of course!
Liloupar:
...
Azariq:
Heh, never mind that for now. The sky's dimming. We should rest. The path will still be there tomorrow.
Jeht:
Ha. You're right about that!
Jeht:
Speaking of which... Liloupar, I'm curious but never got to ask...
Jeht:
Why do you hate Matriarch Babel so much?
Paimon:
Yeah. Other than 旅行者, you've been mean to everyone... Especially Matriarch Babel. Every word you say is always so harsh...
Liloupar:
What of it? Does it displease you that I taunt your "tribe-mother" so?
Jeht:
Of course it does! But I want to know why...
Liloupar:
Hmm... Why, you ask?
Liloupar:
Ha... Let me tell you a story, child.
The cold of the desert nights bears a heft to its chill, and murmurs of secrets whisper over the midnight dunes basked beneath the silvery fang of a crescent moon...
With a low voice, the Jinni breathes life into a tale from an age long past...
Once, a Jinni and a mortal king found themselves entwined in love, and from their union came children...
But as time flowed, the mortal could not break the chains of power and ambition that clung to him, betraying the love of the Jinni...
Hence, on the path of revenge, she twisted the fates of her children, wreathing them in a plot to unmake their father and kingdom...
And time sailed ever onward...
The children of the Jinni grew to become king and queen, yet fell to the same schemes, to the same curse... Until their kingdom was finally shattered upon reaching calamity's end.
Such an ending, then, was that which the Jinni had orchestrated from the very beginning...
Jeht:
So... That was a scary story... horrifying, even. But what does this have to do with my question?
Liloupar:
The Jinni in the story is not so unlike Babel, is she?
Liloupar:
Where they differ, however, is the shame and quests for renown that so compel your kind... Babel wears them like a mask, though she too is a creature of deceit. I taste it wafting from her very being.
Liloupar:
To her, be it son or daughter, all children are but instruments for her schemes.
Liloupar:
If you were absent, my master... I fear I might even be quite fond of her. But today, things are different... She threatens your safety, and so affability is beyond my sphere of virtues.
Jeht:
No, Matriarch Babel isn't that kind of person...
Liloupar:
You have spent more time with her, and must've taken orders from her. Orders that... "the left hand" must never learn of.
Liloupar:
Perhaps those sordid affairs were just too inconvenient for you to face or consider... But I know your follies, and stupidity does not rank amongst them. Consider these matters yourself.
Azariq:
It's fine, Jeht! Don't take this stuff so seriously. It's not like she's that much nicer to me or anything!
Liloupar:
And should I? To you, who are little more than a slave?
Liloupar:
My words have run dry... Apologies, then, if I have upset you.
Jeht:
...
Paimon:
Umm... Maybe we just haven't been together that long? Liloupar was pretty mean to Jeht before, but she seems much nicer now.
Paimon:
So, uh... Maybe... If everyone knew more about each other, we could have a few less misunderstandings... and stuff like that?
Azariq:
Yeah... Let's talk about something else instead.
Jeht:
S—Sure...
Azariq:
What's the matter, Jeht? You're looking real distracted right now.
Jeht:
Nothing... Just continue...
Azariq:
Speaking of which, what have you all discovered? Tell me — I'm curious.
Jeht:
Well... I don't really know how to describe it to you. There are countless ancient pipes leading into the temple inside the mountain and... the legendary goblet of Al-Ahmar is there too.
Azariq:
...So, that thing was more than just a legend, huh? It really exists...
Paimon:
What are you talking about? Is that goblet valuable or something?
Liloupar:
Hah. That's not the actual goblet. It's just a mechanism holding the Eternal Oasis in stasis.
Paimon:
Aghhh... So, it's worth nothing at all? Now Paimon's depressed.
Jeht:
Yeah... So, that's what we've seen so far.
Azariq:
Then, the Eternal Oasis... was never far from us at all.
Jeht:
Yeah... Dad always told me that he would one day enter the Eternal Oasis and find Mom again... Never thought I'd be helping him make his dream come true.
Jeht:
Him? Ha! I don't care about him! Dad was a real simpleton... This trip was for me to send him to the place where he belongs. It doesn't matter what he feels about this!
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
Ah... I don't know. Truth be told, I just don't know...
Jeht:
My parents... Will they truly reunite in such a place? The place we're heading to... Is it just a meaningless destination that I want to reach for the sake of... because I want to console myself?
Paimon:
No way! Jebrael would be super happy! You're helping him fulfill his wish after all...
Jeht:
Whatever the case, I have you to thank, 旅行者 and Paimon. Thanks for... coming all this way to accompany me on this adventure. And, y'know, putting up with my... willfulness.
Jeht:
Ever since I lost Dad... I only feel this free when I'm with you.
Paimon:
Hehe, being able to adventure with you again has been great for us, too!
Azariq:
*cough* And what about me, eh? Cold and alone... Abandoned by the fire...
Jeht:
Hahaha! Stop it! You're my family too! You really showed me how things were done when I first came to the tribe.
Azariq:
Hmph! This little wildcat was terrifying when she first arrived, let me tell you. Her face was like a doll. She wouldn't cry, wouldn't talk... But after spending some time messing about with me, she slowly opened up.
Paimon:
Whoa. So Jeht has moments of silence too? Paimon never thought that was possible!
Jeht:
Stop your heckling, Paimon. Don't listen to him. You too, 旅行者!
Azariq:
Hahaha! Indeed. She didn't complain when she fell... and she didn't cry when she was hurt. Her calmness was... frankly terrifying, but her rage... When it comes... "Crash!" She's like thunder.
Jeht:
What are you saying? Do you want a beating?
Azariq:
Anyway, though Jeht is young, she is far more mature than most her age. It's frankly a relief.
Jeht:
Alright, alright. You're full of it... *sigh* I practically died of embarrassment when I first joined the Tanit...
Jeht:
The time after Dad was gone... was like a haze. Anyway, I thought I would never be able to feel normally again.
Jeht:
It was all thanks to Azariq guiding me, teaching me how things worked in the tribe like a big brother that I could recover. It's been slow going...
Azariq:
That's how it was. No need to be modest!
Jeht:
Yeah. Dad also said he was going to tell me more stories about Mom. But now, I'm never going to get a chance to learn who she was.
Jeht:
He said she was a beauty, that she was a character with countless virtues, like... "O stars high above the wasteland..."
Azariq:
...
Jeht:
"O stars high above the wasteland, O nightingales weary from the day. It's time to take off the crown of roses; Cleanse yourself with wine made from grapes."
Jeht:
That's the only memory I have left of her. Dad always used to sing me this old nursery rhyme.
Azariq:
That was lovely.
Jeht:
Stop it, you know I'm always out of tune!
Traveler:
You sing it better than Jebrael did.
Jeht:
Hah. I knew you'd remember. I spent a long time practicing this one. Couldn't get it down when Dad was still with us.
Jeht:
After Dad... left, I, uh... Heh. Finding my pitch just got that much harder. But I still learned pretty good, didn't I?
Paimon:
Yeah, that sounded good! Jeht's voice might be a little raspy, but it fits a soft melody like this.
Traveler:
Hmm. Just like Jebrael.
Jeht:
...Yeah.
Jeht:
Alright, you should get some rest. We have lots to do tomorrow. I'll stand watch tonight.
"Sleep, close your eyes;
The eternal oasis welcomes the lonely wanderer,
Lay upon the pure and flowing streams;
For here, memories are forever sweet and pure."
Azariq:
Hey, the sun's up. Got something to show you. Follow me!
Jeht:
What's the hurry? And what's with the secrecy? Can't you just show us here?
Jeht:
旅行者, Paimon, how'd you sleep?
Traveler:
Not bad. Thanks for asking.
Paimon:
Ah... Why did Liloupar have to use all those strange metaphors about bugs and scorpions? Took Paimon half a night to get them out of her head!
Azariq:
Haha... Glad you guys got some rest. I sure didn't.
Jeht:
Huh? And who asked you to get up in the middle of the night to go find Matriarch Babel?
Azariq:
Hmph. Wrong way around. She came to find me.
Traveler:
What did Matriarch Babel want from you?
Jeht:
Ah... It was an urgent... thing.
Azariq:
Some matters concerning the... elders of the tribe, you know?
Liloupar:
Oh... I see we have happened upon some open secret.
Traveler:
...
Paimon:
?
Azariq:
Matriarch Babel spoke briefly with me last night. What we must do next is use the tunnels in the dunes to enter the underground portions of the Eternal Oasis.
Liloupar:
Indeed... My Master, Al-Ahmar, once created a most intricate system of canals, shaped to provide irrigation for the soil of the mortal kingdoms...
Liloupar:
Before the dune was encased in sandstorms, before Al-Ahmar was naught but dust, this place rolled with hills most fecund and verdant.
Azariq:
But those canals have long run dry. Fortunately, that lends them to our purposes quite well, allowing entry to the foundations of the Oasis within the dunes.
Jeht:
So Matriarch Babel has finally made her decision.
Azariq:
It's because 旅行者 reclaimed the Jinni. She can serve as our guide. Moreover, my tongue's as clever as that of a mockingbird's, but you should know that by now.
Liloupar:
I indeed witnessed this occurrence, my master, but I thought there was little need to go into detail about it with you.
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
Alright. Let's go and discuss the rest of the details with Matriarch Babel, then.
The night flies by amidst the card games and chats.
As the next morning comes, you are buried in each others' pillows, asleep by the extinguished flame.
You run into Azariq in the desert and find yourself invited to accept his help in making your way to the next location...
Azariq:
Look, this is it!
Paimon:
Whoa! It's huge...
Jeht:
Hmph! This kind of scrap can be dug up everywhere in the desert. Why did you ask us to come here specifically? Are we gonna play at war inside or something?
Azariq:
Be patient, little wildcat. This one's interior is in perfect condition! We can activate it and use it to cross those dangerous quicksand-filled areas!
Liloupar:
Hmph... A tribesman who knows the inner workings of machinery? An eye-opener, to be sure.
Jeht:
...
Azariq:
The blueprints Aderfi left behind recorded the mechanical structure of this thing. It wasn't difficult to understand that structure with the basic knowledge that I have.
Azariq:
Maybe those northerners from the snowy lands gave it to him in a trade... Who knows what he would've wanted this for, though...
Azariq:
C'mon, I'm here to help! 旅行者, you're a knowledgeable sort. You must have seen this sort of machine before, right?
Traveler:
It does look fascinating, but I can't say I understand how it works...
Paimon:
Yeah, we've seen lots of Ruin Guards before, but an iron ball of this sort and size... Hmm, Paimon really has no idea what it would be for.
Jeht:
I've seen similar machines in the desert before as well. But this is the first time I've seen one that's this intact.
Azariq:
Huh... Interesting. Let's just go in through its arm first, shall we?
Azariq:
Look, this is it!
Paimon:
Whoa! It's huge...
Jeht:
Hmph! This kind of scrap can be dug up everywhere in the desert. Why did you ask us to come here specifically? Are we gonna play at war inside or something?
Azariq:
Be patient, little wildcat. This one's interior is in perfect condition! We can activate it and use it to cross those dangerous quicksand-filled areas!
Liloupar:
Hmph... A tribesman who knows the inner workings of machinery? An eye-opener, to be sure.
Jeht:
...
Azariq:
The blueprints Aderfi left behind recorded the mechanical structure of this thing. It wasn't difficult to understand that structure with the basic knowledge that I have.
Azariq:
Maybe those northerners from the snowy lands gave it to him in a trade... Who knows what he would've wanted this for, though...
Azariq:
C'mon, I'm here to help! 旅行者, you're a knowledgeable sort. You must have seen this sort of machine before, right?
Traveler:
We've seen one in the rainforest before.
Paimon:
Ah, you mean that giant iron mountain! And we even studied it with Ararycan and Jazari, didn't we?
Jeht:
I've seen similar machines in the desert before as well. But this is the first time I've seen one that's this intact.
Jeht:
Dad once said that these are war machines left over from 500 years ago... I can't help but wonder what actually happened in that era...
Paimon:
But this big guy seems... a little different from the one we saw before.
Azariq:
Huh... Interesting. Let's just go in through its arm first, shall we?
Azariq:
Look, this is it!
Paimon:
Whoa! It's huge...
Jeht:
Hmph! This kind of scrap can be dug up everywhere in the desert. Why did you ask us to come here specifically? Are we gonna play at war inside or something?
Azariq:
Be patient, little wildcat. This one's interior is in perfect condition! We can activate it and use it to cross those dangerous quicksand-filled areas!
Liloupar:
Hmph... A tribesman who knows the inner workings of machinery? An eye-opener, to be sure.
Jeht:
...
Azariq:
The blueprints Aderfi left behind recorded the mechanical structure of this thing. It wasn't difficult to understand that structure with the basic knowledge that I have.
Azariq:
Maybe those northerners from the snowy lands gave it to him in a trade... Who knows what he would've wanted this for, though...
Azariq:
C'mon, I'm here to help! 旅行者, you're a knowledgeable sort. You must have seen this sort of machine before, right?
Traveler:
It's a war machine left by the people of Dahri.
Jeht:
I've seen some machines like this in the desert before, but they're not quite the same... This is the first time I've seen one so complete.
Jeht:
Dad also once said that these are war machines left over from 500 years ago... I can't help but wonder what actually happened in that era...
Azariq:
From 500 years ago? Interesting... Almost all records of that period have been destroyed, insofar as I've read.
Traveler:
You could put it like that...
Paimon:
Uh, Paimon can't quite explain it... Anyway, it was a long, long time ago!
Paimon:
Come to think of it, this big guy does look different from the one we saw before.
Azariq:
Huh... Interesting. Let's just go in through its arm first, shall we?
Azariq:
If the blueprint is correct, the generator room should be down there. We need to activate the power system first before we can activate this big guy.
Azariq:
旅行者, sorry to trouble you again. After confirming that the energy system has been activated, let's all head to the control cabin.
Azariq:
*huff* Let me see... Energy system, looks fine; engine, fine; weapons... the long-range sub-weapon is out of order, the main one isn't functioning normally; melee weapons and left arm, working...
Azariq:
Hmm, it all looks pretty good, to be honest!
Jeht:
...
Paimon:
Hey, Jeht, what's wrong? You look like something's on your mind...
Jeht:
N—No, it's nothing... It's just that I didn't get even half of what he said just now...
Jeht:
Azariq feels like a different person. I've never seen him like this before...
Azariq:
What? I've become more reliable, haven't I? Hahaha.
Jeht:
...
Azariq:
Autopilot... autopilot... Hmm, looks like it's been dismantled. Can't find that device at all...
Azariq:
Sorry, it seems that we'll have to operate this big guy by ourselves.
Liloupar:
Worry not, my master. I shall guide you from the side.
Azariq:
Oh, so you know the way?
Liloupar:
Of course I do. I can sense the vibrations of my fragments, after all.
Azariq:
Well, guess we'll be troubling you to show us the way, then. Let's start this machine in the meantime, shall we?
Traveler:
On my way.
Paimon:
Whoaaa!
Azariq:
It's incredible to think that such a giant thing can even move...
Azariq:
What's the matter, 旅行者? According to the blueprint, the generator room should be right down there. We must activate its energy system first, and I'll leave that to you.
Azariq:
Ugh... If only Aderfi were here...
Jeht:
He's a traitor to the tribe.
Azariq:
But he was also the only one who could figure out how this thing works.
Azariq:
Please allow me some time to focus here... Aderfi did leave those blueprints behind... I just need to recall what those illustrations looked like.
Paimon:
Hmm, Paimon wonders how much stuff it has to eat to work normally... Hmm. Maybe it can't move anymore because it's been hungry for too long!
Azariq:
There should be a backup power source for the weapon system on each side of the control cabin.
Azariq:
The imitations they made all had this structure, so perhaps this old one will be no exception either.
Liloupar:
"They"? Who's "they"?
Azariq:
You are interested in your own fragments, and Jeht is interested in the Eternal Oasis. Never mind who "they" are for now, would you?
Liloupar:
Fair enough. I shall ask again later.
Jeht:
...
Azariq:
...Sorry, Jeht. I know I'm being a bit impatient...
Azariq:
What's the matter? Can't find the backup power sources?
Azariq:
They should be somewhere on either side of the control cabin. Once you find one of the mechanisms, trigger it and the energy system should reactivate.
Azariq:
I certainly hope that the blueprint Aderfi left behind is reliable enough...
Azariq:
Now you just need to operate it to open the passage.
Traveler:
And why don't you operate it yourself?
Azariq:
W—Well... There are just some things that have more... ceremony, when you do them.
Azariq:
Whoa...! *huff* Did anyone fall and hurt themselves?
Jeht:
旅行者! Are you alright?
Paimon:
Whew, guess none of us were hurt then!
Azariq:
We can enter that opening through the passage inside the arm now.
Azariq:
We should leave some people here to stand guard while the rest of us move on.
Jeht:
Wait, don't you care about the "taboo" anymore?
Azariq:
Eh, I care more about your safety.
Liloupar:
...
Jeht:
Hmm... The gate here is closed, and there seems to be no other way.
Azariq:
There may be clues to open the gate around here. Let's all keep our eyes peeled.
Azariq:
Looks like we'll need to open that gate up there next. As per our previous experience, the pipelines here will probably have to be connected to let the quicksand drive the gate.
Jeht:
But the mechanisms next to the pipes seem completely broken...
Azariq:
Then we can only see if there's any way to connect the pipes in other places. Hmm... The pipes are supposed to connect the two sides, right? If the mechanism that controls the gate is on one side, then the other side...
Paimon:
Oh, Paimon thinks it should lead to that room over there!
Azariq:
Alright, let's go and see what's in there first.
Azariq:
Well? Do you want to explore here some more or go back to that big iron ball?
Azariq:
Alright! Jeht, time to go!
As the shard of light merges with Liloupar's magic bottle, you feel a little of your own power being pulled away...
Through the Jinni's entranced eyes, you see a ravenous shepherd boy and a bright red pomegranate...
You see the pomegranate juice flowing freely, like the wine of tyrants, the infatuation of lovers, and the fresh blood of innocent victims...
You see the plump pomegranate being handed to the shepherd boy...
"Take a bite and use it to quench your thirst. But be careful not to let it burst in your hands..."
Jeht:
旅行者, are you okay...?
Paimon:
You suddenly froze up again, and you wouldn't respond to anyone... You really scared us there!
Liloupar:
Do not fret, he is fine.
Paimon:
Phew, okay... Stop scaring us like that, though!
Liloupar:
My apologies if my troubled memories bothered you. But thanks to your help, my power has been restored... partly, in any case.
Liloupar:
Pomegranates... Ah, pomegranates... The sweet fruit made from the congealed blood of the victimized... Should I have the chance to share it with you, my master, I surely will.
Liloupar:
How I desire to see the plump arils burst between your teeth, and how the rich juice overflows from your lips...
Paimon:
Uh... That does sound delicious, but Paimon doesn't think she's talking about fruit...
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
Ahem, we should go. There're still many mechanisms waiting for us ahead.
Liloupar:
Now, now, little girl, are you sulking again?
Jeht:
I'm not! I just said we should go!
Azariq:
Careful, the little wildcat is about to bite.
Jeht:
...!
Jeht:
旅行者, have you found anything?
Paimon:
Not yet! What about you?
Jeht:
Not really... But I think we just need to move along the walls as we search.
Jeht:
Alright... Now it looks like there's only one passage left for us to open.
Paimon:
What!? There's more!? Paimon's legs are already sore!
Jeht:
Oh? And you know this because you walk on your own two feet?
Paimon:
Uh... Nah! Paimon was just, uh, speaking for 旅行者! Yeah! Y—You must be tired, right?
Jeht:
Haha, 旅行者 is a veteran adventurer after all. You'd better exercise more, or he'll leave you behind sooner or later.
Paimon:
N—No way! 旅行者 will definitely wait for Paimon, no matter what...
Liloupar:
Hmm... My memory is gradually coming together. I can now guide you to the next location.
Jeht:
旅行者, are we leaving now?
Jeht:
Alright! Azariq, time to go!
Azariq:
There should be a mechanism around here that can help open the gate. Let's all keep our eyes peeled.
Azariq:
It's completely normal. Like I said, I have many friends on the outside and I've learned a lot from them... Don't you underestimate us tribespeople, alright?
Azariq:
Look, this is it!
Paimon:
Whoa! It's huge...
Jeht:
Hmph! This kind of scrap can be dug up everywhere in the desert. Why did you ask us to come here specifically? Are we gonna play at war inside or something?
Azariq:
Be patient, little wildcat. This one's interior is in perfect condition! We can activate it and use it to cross those dangerous quicksand-filled areas!
Liloupar:
Hmph... A tribesman who knows the inner workings of machinery? An eye-opener, to be sure.
Jeht:
...
Azariq:
The blueprints Aderfi left behind recorded the mechanical structure of this thing. It wasn't difficult to understand that structure with the basic knowledge that I have.
Azariq:
Maybe those northerners from the snowy lands gave it to him in a trade... Who knows what he would've wanted this for, though...
Azariq:
C'mon, I'm here to help! 旅行者, you're a knowledgeable sort. You must have seen this sort of machine before, right?
Traveler:
We've seen one in the rainforest before.
Paimon:
Ah, you mean that giant iron mountain! And we even studied it with Ararycan and Jazari, didn't we?
Jeht:
I've seen similar machines in the desert before as well. But this is the first time I've seen one that's this intact.
Jeht:
Dad once said that these are war machines left over from 500 years ago... I can't help but wonder what actually happened in that era...
Paimon:
But this big guy seems... a little different from the one we saw before.
Azariq:
Huh... Interesting. Let's just go in through its arm first, shall we?
To help Jeht find the Eternal Oasis, you must first find a Jinni who knows about the ancient past. It is said that this ruined temple plays host to just such a being...
Afiyah Chief's Hand-Written Orders:
"Make camp upon reaching your destination and seal the canyon to outsiders. Only members of the Tanit and the following tribes may pass..."
Afiyah Chief's Hand-Written Orders:
"...If you discover any who carry a Jinni bottle with them, take it. The bounty will be split as agreed..."
Paimon:
Huh, so they intentionally didn't go for Jeht, then?
Liloupar:
...How interesting.
Liloupar:
Now, my master, we need not be hasty. Let us clear the next camp first.
Jeht:
You done, Azariq? You've bound your head up so tight that even Al-Ahmar himself would have trouble peeling your skin off! Who knows, he might even laugh at you for being a scaredy-cat!
Azariq:
Hah. Is that how you talk to your elders, little wildcat? Have you forgotten your actual business here? Or about how someone's been waiting for you for half a day?
Jeht:
Oh, and "someone" tanning themselves in the sun and having a drink or two passes for "business" now, does it?
Azariq:
Hmph. Woe to thieves who make false accusations! Just you watch: maybe I'll stick that clever little head of yours upside down in the sand. Maybe that'll clear it!
Jeht:
Rubbish, you haven't beaten me ever since you taught me how to wrestle.
Traveler:
You two get along so well.
Paimon:
Yeah, we've never seen two people start slinging mud at each other the moment they meet quite like you do...
Jeht:
Haha! Well, this is Azariq, a senior of mine in the tribe. He's like my older brother, and he's been a big help!
Azariq:
*sigh* Yes, yes, she treats me like a brother. And we'd get along better still, if she didn't like hanging out with the ladies more!
Traveler:
Oh...
Paimon:
Uh...
Jeht:
And so what? Do you have a problem with that?
Azariq:
Alright, whatever... 旅行者, was it? Take care of her for me, eh? She's pretty good, but she likes charging into danger like a wildcat.
Jeht:
What was that? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think you just said something bad about me!
Azariq:
You'll see. Oh, you'll see.
Paimon:
Hehe, don't you fret, 旅行者's a real experienced adventurer! Things will be fine here with Jeht. Just leave it to us!
Jeht:
What am I, a child?
Azariq:
Hahahaha! *cough* Alright, alright, let's talk business.
Azariq:
Matriarch Babel has asked me to guide you into these city ruins. I'll lead the way, so follow closely.
Paimon:
Oh, so that's what it was. That's the first we've heard of what we need to do all day!
Jeht:
Well, it wasn't all that convenient to explain our objective back at the settlement. The Matriarch believes the walls have ears.
Jeht:
Our objective here is to find the fragment of the Mother of the Jinn. We need it in order to be accepted into the Eternal Oasis at the desert's heart.
Azariq:
The Jinn were the familiars of the Queen of All Oases, so it will naturally accept their presence. Their powers were also intended to create fertile lands amidst barren sands.
Azariq:
So we... Well, Matriarch Babel, needs the aid of the Jinni to restore fertility to our tribe's soil, which will maintain the health of our herds.
Azariq:
Also, this particular Jinni still maintains her intelligence, so we should be able to pass through the seals on the Eternal Oasis with her aid.
Jeht:
Yup, what he said.
Azariq:
Alright, that's that. To enter the ruins, we need to handle these mysterious devices first...
Azariq:
For example, this one seems to be able to blow sand away in a specific direction... Although I'd call it something more akin to "breaking a seal," really...
Azariq:
Whatever the case, even though the method to unlock them has been lost, some trial and error on my part has shown that heavy impact can change the direction it's facing, creating runes that flow.
Azariq:
That should rid us of those annoying piles of sand.
Aderfi:
Ah, it's you.
Aderfi:
Matriarch Babel mentioned you previously, honored guest. Please, have a look around.
Aderfi:
Hmm? You've got a good eye, I must say. Yes, I am indeed a merchant. I sell the various things that the tribe lacks. Cosmetics, luxury items, costumes, toys, agricultural products, intricate tools...
Aderfi:
What would you like? If you should need something, I'll have it. And if I don't, just tell me what you need, and I'll get it for you, whether it's from the city, or even from Fontaine!
Aderfi:
Ah... Right, you're an outsider. Well, in that case, you have my apologies, but my shop is not open to you.
Aderfi:
Of course, you are our guest, so you can feel free to take whatever catches your eye here in my tent... Uh, as long as you don't take it all, anyway.
Traveler:
You've got lots of books here. May I read them?
Aderfi:
The books? Oh! Right, those are here at the request of Matriarch Babel. I'm sure you've heard, and seen, that the city people have taken to using this thing called the Akasha, which they mount on their ears.
Aderfi:
Their libraries have been emptied of a great number of obsolete books, and the Matriarch had me purchase and safe-keep them for everyone to read free of charge. Hmph... I operated at a loss there.
Aderfi:
As for the Akasha, we did ship a set in from another tribe, but it was... very inconvenient to use, not to mention quite arcane indeed. We could not disassemble or repair it, for the wiring was too centralized...
Aderfi:
Whatever the case, I'd say that reading books on your own is far better than relying on some strange machine to stuff information into your brain.
Aderfi:
After all, who knows what back doors you might open if you just let people into the door of your mind?
Traveler:
See you.
Aderfi:
Don't let me get in your way.
Paimon:
Hey, why did you stop us? The thing we're looking for is just up ahead...
Jeht:
Shh!
Jeht:
Look behind you — we're not alone.
Azariq:
The temple's safe. I don't see any enemies, monsters, or dangerous devices.
Azariq:
There's just this big thing... Heh. How interesting.
Azariq:
According to archaeological records left by people who came before us, as well as a stone slate that Aderfi got from within some ruins...
Azariq:
This big object over here is the main device that keeps the Mother of the Jinn sealed.
Azariq:
Just from basic observation, I'd say that it's connected to the machine next to it. Perhaps they can be made to move in tandem somehow.
Paimon:
Huh... So we'll need to unlock this one by the side here to move the big object in the middle...?
Azariq:
That's about right, I think. As for what happens afterward... I think we'll just have to cross that river when we get there.
Jeht:
Funny, I don't see any rivers.
Azariq:
Oh, knock it off, Jeht.
Azariq:
So, I think we just need to repeat what we did at the gate... Let's crack this device open, shall we?
Yuften:
Hello... Guest of Tanit...
Yuften:
J—J—Jeht mentions you often. She's a good kid.
Yuften:
Planting crops and f—feeding the fish. Sometimes, I also do some b—b—butchery. Crocodile skin and meat is v—very useful.
Yuften:
We get clean spring water all year around h—here, so it's just right for raising crocodiles. Th—that's why we fenced this place up.
Yuften:
Crocodiles are easy to care for, and they can be harvested for lots of skins and meat. Unfortunately, f—fields are a d—different story...
Traveler:
You have fields around here?
Yuften:
We do... but only for testing. Matriarch Babel invited some outsiders to c—c—come and provide us with Anahitian Blessing, and she got all these old books from the city...
Yuften:
S—s—so we've tried our hand at farming according to the contents of these books.
Yuften:
But the oases in the canyon are too narrow and lack nutrients. We need to find a way to f—fertilize the soil.
Traveler:
Tell me about the Anahitian Blessing...
Yuften:
The outsiders didn't want to reveal the fertilizer's composition. As such, we've had to rely on the people who provide it to f—fertilize the soil... which isn't good.
Yuften:
Th—that's why the Matriarch wants me to d—do some research here to r—reverse engineer our own Anahitian Blessing.
Traveler:
I shan't disturb you any longer.
Yuften:
Th—that's alright. Please take some crocodile jerky, dear guest. It's just over there...
Jeht:
Well, the machine has started, and the sand pile is gone... But the main device hasn't responded at all.
Azariq:
...
Paimon:
Hmm... Did it not work?
Azariq:
Wait, 旅行者. You're the only one here who can use the elements, right?
Jeht:
Hmm...?
Azariq:
Well, what I mean to say is that unlike us, who need to borrow the power of ancient spirits, your elemental abilities are innate, yes?
Jeht:
Yeah, that is the case.
Traveler:
So, what about it?
Azariq:
Why don't you try touching this big thing over here?
Paimon:
Um... But... What if it turns out to be super dangerous?
Jeht:
...
Paimon:
You say that... But we should be careful all the same!
Jeht:
Is the conversation with Matriarch Babel over?
Jeht:
In that case... Let's take a short break.
Azariq:
Hah, that's what I thought... Looks like the device earlier smoothed out its charging... uh, circuits? Looks like it's showing us the location of three other devices, too.
Azariq:
I suppose that if we go to these devices, we'll be able to activate all four of these seal-breaking machines and clear the sand piles in front of us...
Azariq:
Aye, I think that's how it is... judging from my previous ruin-delving experiences, anyway.
Paimon:
Wow! You sure do know a lot... and here Paimon thought you were just some guy in a tribe somewhere...
Traveler:
Hey, hey, give the man some respect, Paimon.
Paimon:
Eh? Oh! ... Sorry.
Jeht:
Hahaha, what do you even mean by that, Paimon? I'm a tribeswoman myself!
Azariq:
Alright, alright. Enough chit-chat. Let's follow the directions we've been given and look for the other three devices.
Azariq:
Hmm... Let me think. Let's start here.
Jeht:
How do you know that we need to go this way first?
Azariq:
Haha. A desert dweller's intuition, perhaps?
Jeht:
Hmph... If we get lost, it's on your head!
Azariq:
Relax. Both of us are here. If things go bad, we can fight our way out... or flee to safety.
Masseira:
Spoken to Babel, have you? Ah, she's probably busying herself somewhere else again... You would sooner stop the wind than stop her.
Masseira:
Haha... You know, youngster, speaking of the wind... I'd like to remind you of a kind of desert wind that we call "Zibri."
Masseira:
At first, you won't sense anything, until the sandstorm rises over the horizon, and the air itself begins to ascend and burn. Only then will you realize...
Masseira:
...That you can no longer smell anything, for the heated air has smothered your sense of smell, seared your nostrils...
Masseira:
By then... Heh. By then, it will be too late.
Traveler:
I'm afraid I didn't catch your drift...
Masseira:
It's nothing... I just mean to say that you should be careful of the sandstorms.
Azariq:
You can try changing the direction it's facing by hitting it. I think we can create runes that flow and thus clear the sand pile blocking our path.
Azariq:
Why am I not doing it, you ask? Haha, sorry, but we tribespeople have some taboos about this mysterious stuff... Can't be too careful and such...
Azariq:
Is there some problem?
Azariq:
Hmph... I did see this large device in some really old theses, but this is the first time I've ever seen a real one up close.
Neat Note:
"...The outland traveler may be identified by: their golden hair and eyes, strange foreign clothing, and a small floating fairy by their side..."
Neat Note:
"...If they have obtained a Jinni, take it from them, and if they have yet to, then dispose of them..."
Neat Note:
"Contact: Aderfi..."
Paimon:
...!
Traveler:
So it was Aderfi...
Liloupar:
Someone you know, then?
Liloupar:
My master, if I may, I would advise that you review your choice of friends. We had an old saying for this ilk...
Liloupar:
"The only loyal desert-dweller is one whose shoulders have been pierced by iron loops."
Liloupar:
We should be rid of all of them now. Let us return.
Goods Invoice:
"May this be testimony that we have provided the material support required for this ambush and robbery. As a token of friendship, the gifts shall be sent via specially-arranged Sumpter Beast caravan..."
Goods Invoice:
"The Tanit tribe sends respectful greetings to the Afiyah tribe. May peace follow you, and may spices fill your storehouses."
Paimon:
Wait just a second! The Tanit tribe...
Traveler:
That's Jeht's tribe...
Paimon:
And that means... Ugh, were these guys hired by them?
Liloupar:
Oho, so the desert people have learned to use books to keep records? Well, I suppose my awakening has given rise to fresh sights after all.
Paimon:
But what were they intending to do here, anyway?
Liloupar:
Who knows? Most importantly, they were our foes.
Liloupar:
Well, since we have found one part of a paper trail, we may as well search their encampment. There, I believe, we shall find more clues.
Paimon:
How do you know that's definitely the case?
Liloupar:
Toads do not lay one egg at a time, and centipedes and scorpions huddle together in the damp shade.
Paimon:
Ugh, you and your creepy analogies again...
Liloupar:
Whatever the case may be, we no longer need any of them in one piece. Let us proceed to the next encampment.
Azariq:
The records I've seen tell me that neither the mercenaries who came here nor those who used man-made Delusions were able to activate this device. But if you were to try...
Traveler:
Did you say "Delusions"...?
Azariq:
Huh? Did I? Think you might need to clean your ears a little... the desert winds carry sand into them a lot, so I hear.
Jeht:
Don't worry, I've got your back!
Jeht:
Or so I say, but you should be careful all the same. Just tell me if you think that something's amiss!
Azariq:
Alright then. Go touch the device in the middle of the temple. Jeht and I will make sure you're safe.
Jeht:
Right, 旅行者. Be careful now.
Azariq:
A lot of the ruined areas we've encountered on the way show signs of man-made damage... There might have been unrest here, or even a war.
Azariq:
I'm no researcher, so I can't really read any pattern in these markings, but I doubt that the fate of this temple was a peaceful one.
Jeht:
The books say that Gurabad was destroyed with searing fire and the great anger of the Jinn...
Azariq:
The Jinn? Perhaps... But it looks more like the work of a mob, soldiers, or perhaps even tribespeople like us... But who knows, eh?
Jeht:
But we can think about that later. I think this big guy here is our more pressing concern, no?
Azariq:
Indeed... Perhaps the other chambers are all structured like this one. Let's look around again, shall we?
Jeht:
Alright, I'll mark our path.
Paimon:
Huh? Mark? Paimon didn't see you do that.
Jeht:
We use scented oils made from Wenut larvae, planting it to mark the path we must tread, so that if we do get lost, we can just follow our nose to find the way back.
Azariq:
Now I'll have you know that our wildcat's nose is very sharp. We hunters wouldn't get very far without her!
Jeht:
Stop saying all that stuff, Azariq!
Jeht:
And you! Don't you start with that nonsense too!
Azariq:
Have a look at this!
Jeht:
That's right. More ruins!
Jeht:
A plaza with sides of seemingly equal length... and a new door's opened up on the opposite cliff. Is that our destination?
Azariq:
That's for you to explore, I fear.
Jeht:
Eh? Aren't you coming with us?
Azariq:
Sorry, but Matriarch Babel only asked me to open the way for you. You'll have to embark on the rest of the road yourself.
Azariq:
I trust that you can protect your friends, right, Jeht?
Jeht:
Oh, stop with that, you. What are you, my dad?
Jeht:
I know... Stay safe while you're heading back, you hear me?
Azariq:
Of course. 旅行者, you take care of Jeht as well!
Paimon:
Huh. Why's Azariq just up and leaving on us like that? Isn't he gonna go deeper into the ruins with us?
Jeht:
He's gone as deep as he wants to go, I think. These ruins are a cursed, taboo place to us Tanit... and the tribe's quite sensitive about that sort of thing.
Jeht:
But since I count as "half-outsider," I've got no qualms about going further. And anyway, you can't expect me to let you guys down!
Paimon:
And you did ask us to help you find this Oasis thingamajiggie anyway, right? We're with you to the end!
Jeht:
Haha, thanks!
Traveler:
Well, let's proceed.
Jeht:
Yup. Don't worry, I'll watch your back for sure!
???:
Ah, Jeht! And our guests! So you are here, after all.
Jeht:
"After all"? You trying to get familiar with us? We're pretty busy over here, so you'd better have had a good reason to stop us.
Messenger:
Ah, um... No, well, this... I was sent by Matriarch Babel with a message for you, Jeht. She has something urgent to discuss and would like you to, um... well, return to the campsite first...
Jeht:
This... That... What's got your tongue? Do you need me to shorten it for you? Did she say anything else?
Messenger:
She'd like to speak with you alone... Sorry. I didn't know you were in a bad mood...
Jeht:
A bad mood? Nonsense, I've never been better! You know, what with having found the Mother of the Jinn and all — which I'll be telling the Matriarch, of course.
Jeht:
I'm more than pleased, and so will she be, I bet! And so will her "master," to have a nice new servant — wouldn't you say, 旅行者?
Traveler:
...
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
Matriarch Babel has business with me, so I'll take my leave now. My deepest apologies for not serving you to the end, Prince 旅行者.
Jeht:
Alright, let's go see the Matriarch.
Messenger:
S... Sure. As for you, honored guests, just follow this canyon, and you'll reach our camp soon enough.
Liloupar:
...
Traveler:
What is it?
Liloupar:
Not much. I just thought that this child is quite interesting, that's all.
Paimon:
Really, though, she's got quite the temper...
Paimon:
She isn't... y'know, jealous of a bottle, is she?
Liloupar:
You mean to say that she takes "a bottle" for her yardstick? Hah, perhaps.
Liloupar:
Regardless, she is a good child. Trustworthy... if a little foolish.
Liloupar:
Ah, see, I like you more already, my master.
Paimon:
Coming from you, that's kinda scary...
Azariq:
We're here! C'mon, let's find a place to sit and grab a bite, 旅行者.
Jeht:
...
Paimon:
Hey there, Azariq, Jeht!
Traveler:
It's been a while.
Azariq:
Haha, hardly that long! Good to see that you're all well. Jeht's really fond of you — we were just talking about you, in fact.
Paimon:
Eh? What did you talk about?
Traveler:
Is Jeht still angry?
Azariq:
Huh? Angry...?
Jeht:
...
Azariq:
Oh! She did mention a little disagreement you had, yes... But you know, she talks quite carelessly, but isn't actually good at expressing her feelings.
Azariq:
Still, you should reflect as well. Jeht's very concerned about your safety, so you should pay a bit more attention to her suggestions.
Jeht:
Sorry, it was my fault, really. I was... petty. Childish.
Jeht:
I knew how important Liloupar was to our mission, but I threw a tantrum anyway...
Paimon:
Liloupar says stuff weirdly, and she does use some pretty creepy analogies...
Paimon:
But she looked out for us the whole way, so... Well, she's different from the people we've met so far for sure, but she doesn't seem like a bad person!
Paimon:
Whatever the case... It'll be fine. 旅行者's important to you, isn't he, Jeht?
Jeht:
Of course. You're my best friends.
Liloupar:
...
Paimon:
Yeesh, you're so serious all of a sudden. Paimon doesn't know what to say at all...
Jeht:
Ugh, there's no need to be so awkward! I won't get mad anyhow from now on, and you can count on that!
Azariq:
Hahahaha! That's right, that's the spirit!
Azariq:
Ah, right! About the "Mother of the Jinn"... Is it with you?
Traveler:
Yes.
Jeht:
Azariq! Didn't Matriarch Babel tell you not to ask that willy-nilly?
Azariq:
It's fine, Jeht! I mean, I guided you half the way, so I count as a "companion," don't I?
Liloupar:
A "companion," you say? Perhaps you speak too hastily.
Azariq:
Eh? The bottle's talking!
Liloupar:
Such insolence! If you recognize me not, then your silence shall serve better!
Azariq:
Whoa, this is a pretty fierce one for sure... Is that the Mother of the Jinn, then?
Liloupar:
I'd watch my tongue if I were you, desert-spawn.
Jeht:
This is Azariq, one of my brothers here in the tribe.
Liloupar:
Hmph... Well, we could have chosen worse. This one is sturdy enough. A shame that he has too big a mouth, and too small a brain.
Jeht:
*sigh* How is talking to her supposed to *not* end as an exercise in frustration?
Traveler:
Reckon you just need to get used to it...
Paimon:
Hmm, y'know, Jeht, you did find Benben pretty cute, didn't you? How about you just treat her like a Benben that talks! They both fly, don't they? Hehe.
Azariq:
Oh, it's fine! Sharp tongues are to be expected of the legendary Jinni... somewhat, I mean.
Azariq:
Whatever the case, she's on our side, isn't she? We'll be fine!
Liloupar:
On "your side"? Did I mishear you?
Liloupar:
Apologies, but you shall not find me on the "side" of those who entreat my master while wearing two faces.
Azariq:
...
Jeht:
...
Liloupar:
My master trusts you, and I trust his reasoning for that. But I will be watching you, Azariq.
Jeht:
Heh... Well, I guess that's just what a Jinni's like...
Azariq:
...It's fine.
Azariq:
Ah, right. Did anything happen while we were separated? Just curious, I mean.
Jeht:
Same here. Did I miss anything?
Traveler:
Well, about that...
You tell Jeht and Azariq about the ambush in the canyon, as well as Aderfi's departure from the camp...
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
So, a traitor, along with accomplices from other tribes... They might be the same bunch I was tracking down previously. It's even possible that they're collaborating with dangerous outsiders like the Fatui.
Paimon:
Huh...?
Azariq:
Hah, pretty good, Jeht. Made the best of some rather limited information on our foes there.
Jeht:
That's not too hard. I've been helping the Matriarch to track and... eliminate traitors, so their movements and patterns aren't that alien to me.
Jeht:
My dad and I have also encountered those people who call themselves "Fatui" in the past, so they're no strangers to me either.
Jeht:
Still... I ran off in a huff without giving any thought to whether they would act... I'm sorry. That was my mistake.
Paimon:
Oh, let's leave that aside for now. It wasn't even your fault...
Azariq:
I'm with Paimon. Don't beat yourself up about this too much, Jeht. They seem to have been ordered specifically not to attack you — can't blame you for having lowered your guard there.
Jeht:
But as for Aderfi... Since he's fled in secret, it's beyond doubt that he's betrayed us. Those who violate the laws of hospitality and wield their blades against guests are unworthy of the Tanit's mercy.
Jeht:
I'll capture him, 旅行者, this I promise. He will not escape the Matriarch's judgment.
Azariq:
...
Paimon:
Hoho, Jeht's getting serious!
Jeht:
What? You make it sound like I've never been serious!
Azariq:
Haha! Becoming ever more the model of a tribeswoman, eh, Jeht?
Jeht:
What are you talking about? Aren't I one?
Azariq:
That's not what I mean. I'm just glad to see that you're so concerned about your friends.
Jeht:
This is also a tribal matter, you know...
Azariq:
True... Outsiders are becoming increasingly active in the desert, and as their interference increases, so too do changes of heart and thought.
Azariq:
As Matriarch Babel's right and left hands, we should indeed be concerned about such things.
Jeht:
Exactly.
Azariq:
Ah, right. There's one more thing. It's Wenut season at the moment, so the tunnels they dig are starting to show up all around the desert.
Azariq:
Such areas are very dangerous, so we'll have to approach our adventure with more care and avoid them at all costs.
Jeht:
Wait. Just Wenut? Don't we always hunt them? They're no threat.
Azariq:
That's still no reason to drop your guard.
Jeht:
Sure, sure, I get it.
Traveler:
What's a Wenut?
Jeht:
Oh, them? We hunt them every year, and then we collect their body fat and use that to make spices. We don't produce much, but it can be sold at a pretty price.
Azariq:
So we don't really lack anything. We just need to control the Wenut hunting grounds, and our long-term prospects will stay good.
Jeht:
City folk love these thick and pungent spices... But ask them about us desert folk, and they'll tell you a different story... We also need to hunt other animals, but the smell Wenut give off is too strong and will chase them off.
Azariq:
As such, our spice workers can't take part in hunts, nor can they serve as assassins.
Jeht:
As opposed to the scent of mature Wenut, their larvae give off a much gentler scent, which we often use for scent marks to prevent getting lost in caves or ruins...
Azariq:
Haha, you used that in the Gurabad ruins back there.
Paimon:
But... are they really that dangerous?
Jeht:
Not really...
Azariq:
For you outsiders, perhaps?
Jeht:
But you needn't worry about that! We'll protect you!
Liloupar:
Pfft...
Paimon:
Eh? What's so funny?
Liloupar:
It's nothing... Ah, the children of Apep, reduced to this...
Paimon:
Now that you mention it, you haven't said anything in quite a while, Liloupar.
Liloupar:
And I for my part was about to ask if you'd forgotten about someone. Well then. Would you like to hear a story?
Paimon:
Hehe, sure! As long as you have one to tell, anyway!
Liloupar:
*sigh* 'Tis a shame how long I've slumbered. I fear I am not current with the hot topics of the day, and am armed only with some ancient yarns. Will you mind, O master mine?
Traveler:
Don't worry, I'm all ears.
Jeht:
Don't worry, I've covered my ears!
Paimon:
And Paimon's covered h— Waaaait a minute. What are you covering your ears for?
Jeht:
The books say that the words of the Jinn have magic in them, and that their stories have the power to lay curses!
Liloupar:
And they say also that behavior such as yours is impolite in the extreme! Do not interrupt me, little lady.
Liloupar:
Hmm... Now, where should I begin...?
As the moonlight paints the stones white, and night wind blows chill, causing the tendrils of the campfire to snap and crackle... Amidst the calls of nocturnal birds winding across the distant sand dunes, the Jinni begins her tale...
Thousands of years have passed since the events told of in this tale. The desert had yet to become so desolate, and the oases spread out across the land like glittering jewels...
In those days, the Jinn walked the earth in great numbers, and they lived within the silver night wind and the flowing sands, in the ripples of the unknowable ocean, and in the pattering of the rainforest springs...
We Jinn were not ordinary creatures, but we were the servants of the mistress of flowers.
We were untroubled by basic want, nor were we shackled by material thirst. It was "life" itself that greatly fascinated us...
The blooming and wilting of flowers, the gathering and scattering of birds — these were the things that held us in thrall.
Apart from that, only our "true names" could bind us.
We were carefree so long as our mistress walked the earth, and we enjoyed her eternal paradise, her love, and her comfort...
But tragedy would come, and our paradise crumbled as the mistress departed... Our revelry turned to mourning, and all that was good and lovely was violently perverted in that anguish...
And so we gave Al-Ahmar our true names, and became his servants... For he promised to find us our eternal companion, our true master.
Deluded hope and trust did we harbor in our hearts, and so forsook our freedom, accepting imprisonment within silver bottles and servitude to his realm...
But what was lost was forever lost, never again to return.
But do not think that the Jinn were wanton servants.
Only a love bordering upon madness could make the Jinn give their "true names" willingly.
For it was their deep love for the mistress of flowers that drove them to embrace the desert from the first.
Yet, waking to face the tomfoolery of this barren world caused a surly Jinni to fall incurably in love with the shepherd...
Liloupar:
Ah, you're awake...
Traveler:
A shepherd...?
Liloupar:
Not you, no... Hah, but much like you, my master. You were... much like him — as he was once.
Jeht:
...
Liloupar:
Well now, girl, does that make you jealous?
Jeht:
No. It's just that I find this story quite familiar...
Liloupar:
That's because this story has happened before, and may yet happen again.
Jeht:
Hmm...
Liloupar:
*sigh* To the Jinn, "love" was a terrible chain, driving those who fell into its pit to make sacrifices, like the hyphae of a parasitic insect...
Paimon:
Oh boy, Liloupar's at it again with the scary analogies...
Liloupar:
Hehe, we Jinn do not have this tedious thing you humans call "shame," so we do not shy away from discussing love, or revealing one's all to a lover.
Jeht:
*cough*!
Liloupar:
But to the Jinn, this mad love could not be reconciled to betrayal. Or else, hatred and vengeance three times greater would be sure to follow.
Liloupar:
That was the root of the farce that ended Gurabad... Though that is a different tale.
Jeht:
Actually, now that you mention it, I'd like to ask a question... Did you really have no other goal in presenting your "true name"?
Liloupar:
Hmm? Hah, well, I suppose vigilance is wisdom.
Liloupar:
Well, I do have something I seek. I wish to go to the Eternal Oasis, just as you do... There are things there that have been left unfinished.
Traveler:
And what may those be?
Liloupar:
Forgive me, dear master, if I can only slowly tell you that tale as our journey proceeds. But the time for that has not yet come.
Liloupar:
But know this — it is good fortune that I should have met you.
Jeht:
Well, since we've got the same goal, let's get along. How about a toast?
Liloupar:
And what shall you make this toast with? Me?
Paimon:
Pfft... Hahaha!
Azariq:
Alright, weird-story-time's over! Let's talk about something more relaxing.
Azariq:
By the way, 旅行者, do you play cards?
Traveler:
Sorry, I don't.
Liloupar:
Eh, alright then... I for one shall not complain if a more elegant pastime were chosen.
Azariq:
Oh, that so? Shame, then. Why don't we talk about some of the things we've seen, then?
You all speak about the interesting things you've heard about, as well as the hair-raising adventures you've been through. Some absolutely ridiculous hearsay is even mixed in...
The three of you raise toasts to old triumphs, laugh at ridiculous tales, and shed tears and lament the sad stories.
At the end, Azariq closes the proceedings with a joke, and he absolutely kills it.
When the moon hangs highest, Azariq tells a rather coarse joke about a crocodile and a Sumpter Beast, which loses him his blanket-sharing privileges.
Jeht tells you about many trivial but funny things...
She seems to have lived well amongst the Tanit since your last parting.
The night flies by as you chat.
As the next morning comes, you are buried in each others' pillows, asleep by the extinguished flame.
Paimon:
Wow... The plants here have all withered... This doesn't look good.
???:
No doubt, no doubt... And who shall we blame for that?
Paimon:
Eh!? 旅行者, Look! This bottle can talk!
???:
You obstreperous oaf... Where did you get that active yet actively useless tongue of yours, I wonder?
Paimon:
Eeek!
Traveler:
Are you... the Mother of the Jinn?
???:
"Jinn"? Why, yes, I do count as one. "Mother"? Hmm... Well, if it does not displease you, I have been such before.
???:
But "Mother of the Jinn"? Do those desert philistines wish to cajole me to laughter? I fear that this joke fails to amuse. It falls far short, in fact.
Jeht:
We have come on behalf of the Tanit tribe to see you, to ask that you show forth your great might and aid us in finding the place where Nabu Malikata slumbers...
???:
Ah, so it is one of the desert folk. I like you, girl... You know the rules, and your manner of speech tickles me. Yes, you do amuse me.
???:
Ah, but... Step aside for a moment. I shall have words with your lord only.
Jeht:
...?
???:
Mmm... The scent of unknown spices from afar... A servant girl of the desert-kin, and a flying pet...
???:
You must be a Prince in exile, are you not?
Liloupar:
Liloupar. Call me Liloupar.
Jeht:
Lilou... par... Wait a moment! You're... You're the one from the books...!
Liloupar:
Speak not out of turn before your liege, sand-licking lackey!
Jeht:
...!
Traveler:
She's my friend!
Paimon:
That's right! Jeht isn't a lackey! You're too much!
Liloupar:
Ah. Is that so? Oh, the tedium...
Liloupar:
Ah... If my soul were not sundered into many parts, unable to muster sufficient strength... I could shift into any number of shapes that might please you.
Liloupar:
A dancing girl, a lovely youth, an arhat or a yaksha... Or a lovely beast of those races that died out under the moon's light... I have been them all, and played all their parts, all for my lord's pleasure...
Jeht:
Your "lord"...?
Liloupar:
A lord I was willing to entrust my true name to... Yes, I did once have such a master. And today, I seem to have encountered his shadow.
Jeht:
You mean... Wait, wait a moment!
Traveler:
I didn't understand you at all.
Jeht:
She means that... Um, well, Jinn make contracts with humans by giving them their "true name." That name can be used to control the Jinn as one wills.
Liloupar:
Huh. A learned desert dweller? Your servant girl is quite the rare find.
Jeht:
But those who strike such pacts... will eventually suffer the fearful vengeance of the Jinn, for the Jinn are a race that hates humanity.
Liloupar:
Hah! "Hate," you say? Such a strong word!
Paimon:
Wait, so what Jeht said is wrong?
Liloupar:
Look at it this way: would you hate a poisonous insect or toad?
Paimon:
Uh...
Jeht:
...And her name is Liloupar, which is the exact same name as the wicked spirit who drowned Ormazd, the mortal king of Gurabad, and his entire household in honey...
Jeht:
The history of Gurabad thereafter has been shrouded in dark secrets... Well, that's what I read, anyway.
Jeht:
But I don't get it. Is the one Babel looking for really such a dangerous figure?
Liloupar:
Ooh, a mighty interesting story that is... Is that how I am portrayed in your legends, then?
Liloupar:
Are you worried that in making a contract with me, your lord... friend shall come to harm?
Liloupar:
But do you not wish to reach the place where Nabu Malikata slumbers? Hehehe... I shall not aid you, girl, or your... "Matriarch."
Liloupar:
I have no interest in your games of governance, nor shall I take part in your schemes... But your friend I shall serve, and give my true name.
Jeht:
But... Why are you willing to give 旅行者 your true name, then? You must have a reason for that.
Liloupar:
Why, because I like him.
Paimon:
Eh!? Well, 旅行者 is plenty likable, sure...
Jeht:
You...
Liloupar:
Is it so strange? I like him for his scent, and also for his choice in servants and pets... Yes, such taste truly is fitting of a prince.
Liloupar:
Alright, I shan't speak more than I should. Come, Your Highness. Are you ready?
Paimon:
Servants and pets... Wait, do you mean Jeht and Paimon!? Gah! You're... so rude!
Paimon:
Paimon thinks you're right, Jeht! There's definitely something fishy with this thing. Let's just throw it away and...
Jeht:
旅行者, I get the feeling that we should...
Traveler:
For a friend, this is a trivial risk.
Jeht:
But... you...
Jeht:
No, never mind... If this is your decision...
Liloupar:
Ah... You are so very cute.
Liloupar:
Well then, Your Highness, place me by your ear, and allow me to tell you my true name...
Paimon:
旅行者...
Traveler:
Don't worry about me.
Jeht:
...If you say so.
Traveler:
(Do as Liloupar says.)
You place the magic bottle next to your ear.
You hear a soft chuckle, and then someone whispers something of unspeakable elegance and gentleness into that ear...
You are told of things as unknowable as the night wind, but you understand every last word nonetheless.
Then, the voice fades, and you feel something cold on your auricle...
Like a viper's kiss.
Liloupar:
And with that, we are bound. I shall defend you, my master, from the encroachment of the desert, the searing winds, pestilence, and schemes, and you shall rest safe in the shadow of my wings.
Jeht:
...
Paimon:
So, is this bottle gonna start floating around you too?
Liloupar:
Unfortunately, yes.
Jeht:
Great, we've got the Jinni, so let's go. We've spent too much time here already.
Jeht:
I see a new path in the back, 旅行者. Let's head that way!
Traveler:
How did that...
Jeht:
Don't know, don't care! You coming?
Paimon:
Jeht seems angry all of a sudden...
Liloupar:
It is to be expected of a girl who has yet to become a mother, I fear.
Paimon:
What does that even...?
Azariq:
Are you all alright?
Jeht:
Y—Yeah.
Traveler:
Thanks. I'm alright.
Jeht:
That's good, that's good.
Paimon:
Phew. That gave Paimon quite a fright...
Azariq:
...That tremor's source should be to the north, outside the temple.
Jeht:
Yeah, I sensed that too.
Paimon:
Wait, why couldn't Paimon tell?
Paimon:
Right, that's true... Well, it's not like flying doesn't come with its own troubles, y'know?
Jeht:
Let's go have a look, 旅行者. Something huge is bound to have happened!
Azariq:
We're here! C'mon, let's find a place to sit and grab a bite, 旅行者.
Jeht:
...
Paimon:
Hey there, Azariq, Jeht!
Traveler:
It's been a while.
Azariq:
Haha, hardly that long! Good to see that you're all well. Jeht's really fond of you — we were just talking about you, in fact.
Paimon:
Eh? What did you talk about?
Traveler:
Is Jeht still angry?
Azariq:
Huh? Angry...?
Jeht:
...
Azariq:
Oh! She did mention a little disagreement you had, yes... But you know, she talks quite carelessly, but isn't actually good at expressing her feelings.
Azariq:
Still, you should reflect as well. Jeht's very concerned about your safety, so you should pay a bit more attention to her suggestions.
Jeht:
Sorry, it was my fault, really. I was... petty. Childish.
Jeht:
I knew how important Liloupar was to our mission, but I threw a tantrum anyway...
Paimon:
Liloupar says stuff weirdly, and she does use some pretty creepy analogies...
Paimon:
But she looked out for us the whole way, so... Well, she's different from the people we've met so far for sure, but she doesn't seem like a bad person!
Paimon:
Whatever the case... It'll be fine. 旅行者's important to you, isn't he, Jeht?
Jeht:
Of course. You're my best friends.
Liloupar:
...
Paimon:
Yeesh, you're so serious all of a sudden. Paimon doesn't know what to say at all...
Jeht:
Ugh, there's no need to be so awkward! I won't get mad anyhow from now on, and you can count on that!
Azariq:
Hahahaha! That's right, that's the spirit!
Azariq:
Ah, right! About the "Mother of the Jinn"... Is it with you?
Traveler:
Yes.
Jeht:
Azariq! Didn't Matriarch Babel tell you not to ask that willy-nilly?
Azariq:
It's fine, Jeht! I mean, I guided you half the way, so I count as a "companion," don't I?
Liloupar:
A "companion," you say? Perhaps you speak too hastily.
Azariq:
Eh? The bottle's talking!
Liloupar:
Such insolence! If you recognize me not, then your silence shall serve better!
Azariq:
Whoa, this is a pretty fierce one for sure... Is that the Mother of the Jinn, then?
Liloupar:
I'd watch my tongue if I were you, desert-spawn.
Jeht:
This is Azariq, one of my brothers here in the tribe.
Liloupar:
Hmph... Well, we could have chosen worse. This one is sturdy enough. A shame that he has too big a mouth, and too small a brain.
Jeht:
*sigh* How is talking to her supposed to *not* end as an exercise in frustration?
Traveler:
Reckon you just need to get used to it...
Paimon:
Hmm, y'know, Jeht, you did find Benben pretty cute, didn't you? How about you just treat her like a Benben that talks! They both fly, don't they? Hehe.
Azariq:
Oh, it's fine! Sharp tongues are to be expected of the legendary Jinni... somewhat, I mean.
Azariq:
Whatever the case, she's on our side, isn't she? We'll be fine!
Liloupar:
On "your side"? Did I mishear you?
Liloupar:
Apologies, but you shall not find me on the "side" of those who entreat my master while wearing two faces.
Azariq:
...
Jeht:
...
Liloupar:
My master trusts you, and I trust his reasoning for that. But I will be watching you, Azariq.
Jeht:
Heh... Well, I guess that's just what a Jinni's like...
Azariq:
...It's fine.
Azariq:
Ah, right. Did anything happen while we were separated? Just curious, I mean.
Jeht:
Same here. Did I miss anything?
Traveler:
Well, about that...
You tell Jeht and Azariq about the ambush in the canyon, as well as Aderfi's departure from the camp...
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
So, a traitor, along with accomplices from other tribes... They might be the same bunch I was tracking down previously. It's even possible that they're collaborating with dangerous outsiders like the Fatui.
Paimon:
Huh...?
Azariq:
Hah, pretty good, Jeht. Made the best of some rather limited information on our foes there.
Jeht:
That's not too hard. I've been helping the Matriarch to track and... eliminate traitors, so their movements and patterns aren't that alien to me.
Jeht:
My dad and I have also encountered those people who call themselves "Fatui" in the past, so they're no strangers to me either.
Jeht:
Still... I ran off in a huff without giving any thought to whether they would act... I'm sorry. That was my mistake.
Paimon:
Oh, let's leave that aside for now. It wasn't even your fault...
Azariq:
I'm with Paimon. Don't beat yourself up about this too much, Jeht. They seem to have been ordered specifically not to attack you — can't blame you for having lowered your guard there.
Jeht:
But as for Aderfi... Since he's fled in secret, it's beyond doubt that he's betrayed us. Those who violate the laws of hospitality and wield their blades against guests are unworthy of the Tanit's mercy.
Jeht:
I'll capture him, 旅行者, this I promise. He will not escape the Matriarch's judgment.
Azariq:
...
Paimon:
Hoho, Jeht's getting serious!
Jeht:
What? You make it sound like I've never been serious!
Azariq:
Haha! Becoming ever more the model of a tribeswoman, eh, Jeht?
Jeht:
What are you talking about? Aren't I one?
Azariq:
That's not what I mean. I'm just glad to see that you're so concerned about your friends.
Jeht:
This is also a tribal matter, you know...
Azariq:
True... Outsiders are becoming increasingly active in the desert, and as their interference increases, so too do changes of heart and thought.
Azariq:
As Matriarch Babel's right and left hands, we should indeed be concerned about such things.
Jeht:
Exactly.
Azariq:
Ah, right. There's one more thing. It's Wenut season at the moment, so the tunnels they dig are starting to show up all around the desert.
Azariq:
Such areas are very dangerous, so we'll have to approach our adventure with more care and avoid them at all costs.
Jeht:
Wait. Just Wenut? Don't we always hunt them? They're no threat.
Azariq:
That's still no reason to drop your guard.
Jeht:
Sure, sure, I get it.
Traveler:
What's a Wenut?
Jeht:
Oh, them? We hunt them every year, and then we collect their body fat and use that to make spices. We don't produce much, but it can be sold at a pretty price.
Azariq:
So we don't really lack anything. We just need to control the Wenut hunting grounds, and our long-term prospects will stay good.
Jeht:
City folk love these thick and pungent spices... But ask them about us desert folk, and they'll tell you a different story... We also need to hunt other animals, but the smell Wenut give off is too strong and will chase them off.
Azariq:
As such, our spice workers can't take part in hunts, nor can they serve as assassins.
Jeht:
As opposed to the scent of mature Wenut, their larvae give off a much gentler scent, which we often use for scent marks to prevent getting lost in caves or ruins...
Azariq:
Haha, you used that in the Gurabad ruins back there.
Paimon:
But... are they really that dangerous?
Jeht:
Not really...
Azariq:
For you outsiders, perhaps?
Jeht:
But you needn't worry about that! We'll protect you!
Liloupar:
Pfft...
Paimon:
Eh? What's so funny?
Liloupar:
It's nothing... Ah, the children of Apep, reduced to this...
Paimon:
Now that you mention it, you haven't said anything in quite a while, Liloupar.
Liloupar:
And I for my part was about to ask if you'd forgotten about someone. Well then. Would you like to hear a story?
Paimon:
Hehe, sure! As long as you have one to tell, anyway!
Liloupar:
*sigh* 'Tis a shame how long I've slumbered. I fear I am not current with the hot topics of the day, and am armed only with some ancient yarns. Will you mind, O master mine?
Traveler:
Don't worry, I'm all ears.
Jeht:
Don't worry, I've covered my ears!
Paimon:
And Paimon's covered h— Waaaait a minute. What are you covering your ears for?
Jeht:
The books say that the words of the Jinn have magic in them, and that their stories have the power to lay curses!
Liloupar:
And they say also that behavior such as yours is impolite in the extreme! Do not interrupt me, little lady.
Liloupar:
Hmm... Now, where should I begin...?
As the moonlight paints the stones white, and night wind blows chill, causing the tendrils of the campfire to snap and crackle... Amidst the calls of nocturnal birds winding across the distant sand dunes, the Jinni begins her tale...
Thousands of years have passed since the events told of in this tale. The desert had yet to become so desolate, and the oases spread out across the land like glittering jewels...
In those days, the Jinn walked the earth in great numbers, and they lived within the silver night wind and the flowing sands, in the ripples of the unknowable ocean, and in the pattering of the rainforest springs...
We Jinn were not ordinary creatures, but we were the servants of the mistress of flowers.
We were untroubled by basic want, nor were we shackled by material thirst. It was "life" itself that greatly fascinated us...
The blooming and wilting of flowers, the gathering and scattering of birds — these were the things that held us in thrall.
Apart from that, only our "true names" could bind us.
We were carefree so long as our mistress walked the earth, and we enjoyed her eternal paradise, her love, and her comfort...
But tragedy would come, and our paradise crumbled as the mistress departed... Our revelry turned to mourning, and all that was good and lovely was violently perverted in that anguish...
And so we gave Al-Ahmar our true names, and became his servants... For he promised to find us our eternal companion, our true master.
Deluded hope and trust did we harbor in our hearts, and so forsook our freedom, accepting imprisonment within silver bottles and servitude to his realm...
But what was lost was forever lost, never again to return.
But do not think that the Jinn were wanton servants.
Only a love bordering upon madness could make the Jinn give their "true names" willingly.
For it was their deep love for the mistress of flowers that drove them to embrace the desert from the first.
Yet, waking to face the tomfoolery of this barren world caused a surly Jinni to fall incurably in love with the shepherd...
Liloupar:
Ah, you're awake...
Traveler:
A shepherd...?
Liloupar:
Not you, no... Hah, but much like you, my master. You were... much like him — as he was once.
Jeht:
...
Liloupar:
Well now, girl, does that make you jealous?
Jeht:
No. It's just that I find this story quite familiar...
Liloupar:
That's because this story has happened before, and may yet happen again.
Jeht:
Hmm...
Liloupar:
*sigh* To the Jinn, "love" was a terrible chain, driving those who fell into its pit to make sacrifices, like the hyphae of a parasitic insect...
Paimon:
Oh boy, Liloupar's at it again with the scary analogies...
Liloupar:
Hehe, we Jinn do not have this tedious thing you humans call "shame," so we do not shy away from discussing love, or revealing one's all to a lover.
Jeht:
*cough*!
Liloupar:
But to the Jinn, this mad love could not be reconciled to betrayal. Or else, hatred and vengeance three times greater would be sure to follow.
Liloupar:
That was the root of the farce that ended Gurabad... Though that is a different tale.
Jeht:
Actually, now that you mention it, I'd like to ask a question... Did you really have no other goal in presenting your "true name"?
Liloupar:
Hmm? Hah, well, I suppose vigilance is wisdom.
Liloupar:
Well, I do have something I seek. I wish to go to the Eternal Oasis, just as you do... There are things there that have been left unfinished.
Traveler:
And what would those be?
Liloupar:
Forgive me, dear master, if I can only slowly tell you that tale as our journey proceeds. But the time for that has not yet come.
Liloupar:
But know this — it is good fortune that I should have met you.
Jeht:
Well, since we've got the same goal, let's get along. How about a toast?
Liloupar:
And what shall you make this toast with? Me?
Paimon:
Pfft... Hahaha!
Azariq:
Alright, weird-story-time's over! Let's talk about something more relaxing.
Azariq:
By the way, 旅行者, do you play cards?
Liloupar:
He does.
Traveler:
How did you know...
Liloupar:
Because I wanted to see it.
Azariq:
Haha, alright, great. Now, show me what you've got!
Yuften:
Welcome, guests of Tanit...
Yuften:
You m—may d—do anything you please here in our camp...
Yuften:
Planting crops and f—feeding the fish. Sometimes, I also do some b—b—butchery. Crocodile skin and meat is v—very useful.
Yuften:
We get clean spring water all year around h—here, so it's just right for raising crocodiles. Th—that's why we fenced this place up.
Yuften:
Crocodiles are easy to care for, and they can be harvested for lots of skins and meat. Unfortunately, f—fields are a d—different story...
Traveler:
You have fields around here?
Yuften:
We do... but only for testing. Matriarch Babel invited some outsiders to c—c—come and provide us with Anahitian Blessing, and she got all these old books from the city...
Yuften:
S—s—so we've tried our hand at farming according to the contents of these books.
Yuften:
But the oases in the canyon are too narrow and lack nutrients. We need to find a way to f—fertilize the soil.
Traveler:
Tell me about the Anahitian Blessing...
Yuften:
The outsiders didn't want to reveal the fertilizer's composition. As such, we've had to rely on the people who provide it to f—fertilize the soil... which isn't good.
Yuften:
Th—that's why the Matriarch wants me to d—do some research here to r—reverse engineer our own Anahitian Blessing.
Traveler:
I shan't disturb you any longer.
Yuften:
Th—that's alright. Please take some crocodile jerky, dear guest. It's just over there...
Masseira:
Hehe, so it's you... Youngster, I have heard that you and Jeht went into the accursed city. Ah, and you would like to know how I know this, yes?
Masseira:
Hunters have falcons and hounds to be their eyes and ears, naturally. But young one, I must remind you that this word, the "curse," comes not out of thin air.
Masseira:
A venom, the root of all tragedy, that drives all humans add, is hidden within a facade of flowing gold.
Masseira:
Perhaps it shall be so this time as well, that greedy prey shall fall into a trap, where they cannot be saved...
Yuften:
Welcome, guests of Tanit...
Yuften:
You m—may d—do anything you please here in our camp...
Yuften:
Planting crops and f—feeding the fish. Sometimes, I also do some b—b—butchery. Crocodile skin and meat is v—very useful.
Yuften:
We get clean spring water all year around h—here, so it's just right for raising crocodiles. Th—that's why we fenced this place up.
Yuften:
Crocodiles are easy to care for, and they can be harvested for lots of skins and meat. Unfortunately, f—fields are a d—different story...
Traveler:
You have fields around here?
Yuften:
We do... but only for testing. Matriarch Babel invited some outsiders to c—c—come and provide us with Anahitian Blessing, and she got all these old books from the city...
Yuften:
S—s—so we've tried our hand at farming according to the contents of these books.
Yuften:
But the oases in the canyon are too narrow and lack nutrients. We need to find a way to f—fertilize the soil.
Traveler:
Tell me about the Anahitian Blessing...
Yuften:
The outsiders didn't want to reveal the fertilizer's composition. As such, we've had to rely on the people who provide it to f—fertilize the soil... which isn't good.
Yuften:
Th—that's why the Matriarch wants me to d—do some research here to r—reverse engineer our own Anahitian Blessing.
Traveler:
I shan't disturb you any longer.
Yuften:
Th—that's alright. Please take some crocodile jerky, dear guest. It's just over there...
Masseira:
Hehe, so it's you... Youngster, I have heard that you and Jeht went into the accursed city. Ah, and you would like to know how I know this, yes?
Masseira:
Hunters have falcons and hounds to be their eyes and ears, naturally. But young one, I must remind you that this word, the "curse," comes not out of thin air.
Masseira:
A venom, the root of all tragedy, that drives all humans add, is hidden within a facade of flowing gold.
Masseira:
Perhaps it shall be so this time as well, that greedy prey shall fall into a trap, where they cannot be saved...
The night flies by amidst the card games and chats.
As the next morning comes, you are buried in each others' pillows, asleep by the extinguished flame.
The night flies by amidst the card games and chats.
As the next morning comes, you are buried in each others' pillows, asleep by the extinguished flame.
Azariq:
What's the matter, 旅行者? Don't just stand there, let's play some cards. Don't worry! I swear I won't mock you — not even if you're absolutely terrible.
Azariq:
Come on, let's play a round.
Jeht:
Hah! Let's see what you'll have to say for yourself after 旅行者 thrashes you.
Babel:
旅行者, Paimon, you're back!
Babel:
Allow me to dust you off. Jeht and Azariq are waiting for you as well.
Traveler:
We brought the object that you needed.
Babel:
Jeht told me. Thank you both so much.
Traveler:
We were ambushed within the canyon on the way back.
Babel:
...What?
Paimon:
We were attacked by your people while on our way back! There were lots of people hiding in the canyon, waiting to intercept us!
Paimon:
They were pretty scary, too! Do you know what all that was about?
Babel:
...
Babel:
No, I haven't a clue how that happened.
Babel:
Traitors and exiles turning to banditry on the roads is quite normal, but the canyons here should have a lot of tributaries... It seems that I've underestimated them.
Traveler:
This has to do with Aderfi.
Babel:
...What did you say?
Paimon:
That's right! We found this!
You give Aderfi's letter to Babel...
Babel:
Aderfi... This is indeed his handwriting, and it is even signed in his hand. That he is a traitor is beyond doubt.
Traveler:
But... What if he's been set up?
Babel:
Then he has still stained our honor with his name, and will accept his punishment.
Babel:
However... *sigh* He left the camp some time ago, saying that he needed to go get some supplies from outside. I must apologize. I let my guard down.
Babel:
You can be sure that we will exile that traitor, however. He shall not be permitted back into the Tanit hunting grounds — save in chains.
Babel:
Please rest assured, you two, that I will get to the bottom of this on behalf of our tribe. I will not allow such happenings to go unanswered.
Babel:
As for the "Mother of the Jinn"... Can I see her?
Babel:
Honored Lady Liloupar, beloved servant of Nabu Malikata, founder of Gurabad, eternal prisoner of Ay-Khanoum, Babel of the mortal Tanit tribe seeks an audience with you.
Liloupar:
*yawn* Mmm... Hmm? What did you say? Were you calling for me? I don't quite remember all those names.
Babel:
Yes. We ask only, Lady Liloupar, that you lead us to the Eternal Oasis, to set us on the path to meet with the slumbering queen.
Liloupar:
*yawn* So sleepy... My master, did you wake me to speak with this servant? *sigh* Why do you love consorting with these coarse folk so...
Liloupar:
Well, then, Babel. Will you not dance? Amuse us, and we may yet grant you three wishes.
Babel:
...
Liloupar:
Hmm? What? Oh, I'm so sorry, you're the mother of this tribe, riiight! Hahahaha!
Liloupar:
My apologies. I read the servility in your brows, and merely could not help but wish to see you dance and entertain us.
Babel:
I am merely your servant and will listen to all you have to say. I shall follow the dictates of the Queen of All Oases, Nabu Malikata's will with due trepidation, and them I will not defy.
Liloupar:
Hah! I shall not be so crude. Save your solicitations. I already have a master, and I do not intend to take on any servants either, so I fear your calculations have come to naught.
Babel:
...
Paimon:
(...So Matriarch Babel can grovel too, huh...)
Liloupar:
You have yet to see many things indeed!
Liloupar:
My master, you hold my true name, I shall do what you, and only you, desire.
Liloupar:
The decision shall be yours. I will not speak another word to these foul desert dwellers.
Babel:
"Master"... Your "master"...?
Liloupar:
Why, yes indeed, and it is this noble prince you see before you. Now, now, you need not kneel.
Babel:
...
Paimon:
(C'mon, say something, why don't you!? Just look at her face!)
Babel:
I understand. In that case... Will you help us, 旅行者?
Traveler:
I will help you find the Eternal Oasis.
Liloupar:
If that is your choice, then I gladly obey.
Liloupar:
Well then, I shall lend my aid. A pleasure to work with you, desert woman!
Liloupar:
But a word to the wise: nothing save death can break a contract forged by "true names."
Liloupar:
And I will be watching you on my master's account... Do not think for a moment that you may wield me.
Babel:
...I understand.
Liloupar:
And it is good that you do, dweller of the sands. Now then, do not disturb my rest.
Babel:
...
Babel:
So, you have forged a contract with her, then...?
Traveler:
Yes...
Babel:
Yes, I understand. You have done well.
Babel:
Jinn are arrogant, unfettered creatures, and yet you have managed to bind her. You have surpassed my expectations indeed...
Babel:
But that is well. Our path to the Eternal Oasis has been made smoother.
Babel:
So please, 旅行者, if I may ask something of you... Keep Liloupar loyal at all costs...
Traveler:
I will.
Babel:
You have my thanks.
Babel:
Ah, Jeht and Azariq have returned. You youngsters catch up for now. I'll have to ask for your pardon, I need some time to organize the information you have gathered...
Paimon:
Ms. Babel sure is busy, huh?
Liloupar:
Wait but a moment, my master. Something is amiss up ahead...
Paimon:
Um... Do we really wanna pass this way, then?
Liloupar:
...It matters not. This is the path we must take, in any case.
Liloupar:
I am sure, my master, that you too are able to sense the wicked intent ahead... But if we might discover who it is that ambushes us, we might yet turn the tables on them.
Liloupar:
Things may indeed be perilous ahead, but you, O master mine, are the one to whom I have entrusted my fate. I shall go forth with you, and we shall face any obstacle together.
Paimon:
Just relax! 旅行者's super strong, and no matter what, he'll still have Paimon, right?
Liloupar:
Hark, what did I say? Prepare yourself, master.
Paimon:
Hey, you guys... Aren't you Jeht's buddies?
Paimon:
Hey, c'mon, don't scare Paimon here... Why aren't they replying?
Liloupar:
Well, if this is what it comes to... Do not forget to leave one alive, master.
Liloupar:
We may follow that one's flight to find his allies and servants, and thus destroy their nest in one fell swoop.
Finally, you have arrived at the unchanging, eternal oasis, and thus is a great weight lifted off Jeht's shoulders...
Paimon:
Wow... Paimon didn't think that a place like this could exist in the desert...
Paimon:
Huh? Was the sun already going down when we first came out from underground?
Liloupar:
No... This is my mistress' paradise, a place frozen at the point where the sky kisses the waters, where ingenuity and devotion comingle. The resultant here and now, then, is named eternity.
Paimon:
Wow... Paimon understood almost none of that, but it's why nothing moves here, right?
Jeht:
Is this why my parents regarded this place as their final destination?
Liloupar:
Those are not my words... *sigh* Interpret this however you will, poor child...
Liloupar:
My mistress... She is not here.
Liloupar:
Instead, here is another fragment of myself...
Liloupar:
...
As the shard of light merges with Liloupar's magic bottle, you feel a little of your own power being pulled away... But a warmth then quickly fills you.
Through the Jinni's entranced eyes, you see a palace shaped by bricks of crimson jade bound to a garden, flourishing with a multiplicity of vibrant plants that bask in infinite bird-song.
The Jinn are the most intelligent servants of the Mistress of Flowers, and to her they are minstrels and cupbearers both.
In her garden, addled monks and ragged wanderers dance, spiraling in step with the daffodils, supping the lifeblood of the daughters of the vine...
Here is a garden unlike any other, the place where the Lord of Flowers once lived, the place where she now sleeps...
"The roses blossom like crackling flames, setting the lives of nocturnal birds aflame. And though the candles smile gently, they offer the approaching moths only ruin."
You see her reach out and behold her skin gleaming with lunar sheen. You gaze upon her mien and witness ineffable beauty. Her appearance is like the totality of her Jinn, their wondrous aspects only mere petals to her complete flower, her being the quintessence to every last scent in existence...
And then, you meet her gaze—
And face nothingness.
You greet the endless void, falling into its embrace, mind afire with constant terror...
As your consciousness clears, you find Jeht clutching your hand, her expression clouded with concern.
Jeht:
You're awake... How are you feeling?
Jeht:
You just... *sigh* Never mind. The important thing is that you're alright...
Paimon:
What... What did you see? You look like you just woke up from a long and scary dream...
Liloupar:
...
Liloupar:
She is gone. He lied to us. He lied to us all.
Jeht:
What do you mean?
Liloupar:
It's nothing — just the cancellation of an ancient pact. I believe I'm... finally free?
Liloupar:
The Lord of the Sands once swore to us that our Mistress of Flowers slumbered here, destined to awake someday. But...
Liloupar:
How strange. Our mistress has already passed. He... He deceived me. He deceived my people.
Liloupar:
I should feel maddening hatred for him right now. For this desert. For the death of my mistress... My loathing should have matched the love and admiration I once held for him...
Liloupar:
Yet, I find myself empty of want or will to hate... How odd...
Traveler:
Maybe this is what it means to be free.
Liloupar:
Is that so...
Jeht:
...
Liloupar:
Hmph, spare me the niceties. My master you remain, and our pact endures yet.
Liloupar:
Come. Let us depart. Jeht was waiting for you this whole time, you know.
Jeht:
Y'know what? I see a nice spot just over there. I'm going to head over first.
Jeht:
Don't forget to come over in a bit.
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
This place should be it... It matches the sketches in my mother's journal.
Liloupar:
A fine place for a restful slumber, no?
Jeht:
...Yeah.
Jeht:
We've faced countless dangers in our trek across this desert: betrayals, plots... Unforgivable wrongs, incomprehensible events... All in quick succession too...
Jeht:
But here, I feel calm... Happy. I don't know why. I just do.
Liloupar:
It is because this place is the Mistress of Flowers' final sphere of influence... The offerings of the skies protect its serenity here, deep beneath the earth. Thus does this place preserve the last of her essence...
Liloupar:
And though she is long gone, this place remains as calm as it was at its inception, as if it was never disturbed. Hence, those who arrive in this place... will know only peace and joy.
Liloupar:
For the mistress was once the guardian of maddened monks and lost wanderers. To them, this place was indeed a paradise they could call home.
Jeht:
...
Jeht quietly sets her mother's notes down and lays Jebrael's axe by its side...
Now, it is as if they were never parted.
Jeht:
Sorry... I'm just at a loss for words right now.
Jeht:
It's like... time forgot how to flow and everything stopped. I don't know why. I can't even gasp in astonishment at all that's around me here because... All I feel is peace.
Jeht:
For my parents to slumber here alongside our fallen goddess... Though I wish they had never left...
Jeht:
I truly wish that they could stay here eternally, never to be forgotten by the passing of time.
Liloupar:
...
Liloupar:
When we first entered, we disrupted the fragment's power and broke the device that long maintained equilibrium here... This place is destined for ruin, to be swallowed by the sands sooner or later.
Liloupar:
When that time comes, the fading power that our mistress put forth to ward this oasis in perpetuity will dissipate... This is inevitable.
Jeht:
I know that. But at least my parents were reunited before the end, as if they'd never left each other at all.
Jeht:
Maybe there will finally come a day when I return to this place. After I grow weary of adventuring, and after I have left every place I regard to be "home" behind.
Jeht:
At that point, I think I'll just say: "I'm back!" and then lay between my parents to join them for a grand old nap.
Jeht:
...
Paimon:
Jeht... But that day's still far, far away! Right now Jebrael is probably happily... um, not-smiling, because his face is always blank. But Paimon's sure he's happy...
Jeht:
Thanks, Paimon...
Jeht:
And you too, 旅行者. Thanks for walking this path with me, and for fulfilling this willful, cherished desire of mine... But I'd like to have a bit of alone-time with my parents...
Jeht:
Yes... Thank you.
Liloupar:
She is a good child, my master.
Liloupar:
Though born to beastly brutality and slight of wit, her survival instincts are astute beyond compare...
Liloupar:
She perceives who it is who wishes to see her hurt, and upon sensing such intent, she gives her all to retaliate without mercy, regardless of how much intimacy may lie between...
Liloupar:
Still... She does not know the schemes woven against her. She does not yet know that the home she seeks... is a thing most hollow.
Liloupar:
Master, if you care for her, then protect her well.
Liloupar:
A mere suggestion on my part, of course. You may take it to be... I do not know. Perhaps you might consider it the unworthy atonement of one who was once a mother...
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
(There she sits in silence, enjoying a pleasant time with her parents.)
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
I feel much better now. Thanks.
Paimon:
Are you sure you're fine? You can rest more if you want...
Jeht:
Let's head back. We need to tell Matriarch Babel about the details of our journey.
Paimon:
Alright, if you say so... Then, let's go!
Jeht:
We're back and intact, Matriarch Babel.
Jeht:
We have discovered the secrets of the Eternal Oasis, and opened the path there for the tribe.
Jeht:
I... Thank you for this opportunity. To help me fulfill my parents' dreams... Even if they didn't receive the blessings of the Tanit.
Babel:
Please, child, there's no need. I have always held your hopes close to my heart. To be able to fulfill the desires of the young is my duty as Matriarch.
Jeht:
Thank you...
Babel:
Well done, Jeht. Now, there is the matter of Azariq...
Jeht:
Your judgment was accurate... He's undoubtedly a traitor.
Paimon:
Wait, so you already knew that Azariq would betray you?
Jeht:
No. I only suspected him at first, and spent most of the journey watching him... I just didn't expect him to reveal his true intent so soon.
Jeht:
Matriarch Babel warned me, but I chose to believe him at the time.
Jeht:
Here: proof of his collusion with the Fatui.
Jeht gives Aderfi's letter to Babel.
Babel:
...
Jeht:
Please don't be sad, Matriarch Babel...
Babel:
Yes... I long-suspected his disloyalty. It is just a shame that I didn't get the chance to end him personally... And I had such high hopes for him, too.
Babel:
But now, with the tribe facing increasingly treacherous circumstances, and the loss of two individuals I invested much time and effort in, I must count on you, Jeht, to help me in matters both great and small going forward.
Paimon:
So... What you're saying is that Jeht got a promotion? Yeah! Congratulations, Jeht!
Babel:
Promotion? Haha... That's not a word you hear in the desert very often.
Babel:
We desert-dwellers aren't so hierarchical. In the end, they who govern more affairs will be the ones to bear greater authority.
Babel:
Jeht... The future of the Tanit now rests on your shoulders. Don't let the tribe down.
Jeht:
Tribe... So, you're saying I'm truly one of the Tanit now?
Babel:
Do not be deceived, child. I have always seen you as one of us. Whatever happened before, you are a daughter of the Tanit, and the truth of our consanguinity will always run in your veins.
Jeht:
I... Thank you.
Paimon:
Hmm, Paimon feels like we've forgotten to mention some suspicious things we saw...
Paimon:
旅行者, do you remember seeing anything suspicious?
Liloupar:
You once dispatched other tribespeople into the oasis and left them to perish there. Then, you laid a taboo upon it as a pretext to prevent anyone else from trespassing, did you not?
Liloupar:
Yet, you encouraged us to head deeper into that same treacherous territory, mentioning nothing of your actions. Why did you do this?
Jeht:
...
Babel:
...
Babel:
Esteemed Liloupar, allow me to offer my deepest apologies for all the inconveniences and misunderstandings you must have experienced.
Babel:
But you are right. We have been exploring the ruins of Gurabad and the Eternal Oasis for quite some time... I sent many people from the tribe there in times past.
Babel:
That we learned these few key locations and the general layout of the area is all thanks to their efforts...
Babel:
Yet, due to the extreme danger of the missions, a vast majority of those brave explorers never returned, and the efforts from these expeditions bore scarce fruit.
Babel:
Hence, I put a stop to the forays and marked entry into the place as taboo.
Babel:
The traitor, Azariq, once led teams to survey the canyon and the ruins, and so I thought I could trust him to serve as your guide. I did not initially think that he would turn on us...
Jeht:
You... never spoke of this.
Babel:
Because I knew from the start that you would return unharmed. Of all who inherit our legacy, you are the one I trust the most, Jeht.
Babel:
Your fearlessness, your fierceness, your cunning, along with the gentleness and sincerity with which you treat your tribe and friends... They have not gone unnoticed.
Babel:
If my daughter had not been stolen from me by the sands, I like to think that she might've turned out to be like you. Unflinching in the face of all peril, one whom even the desert could not smother...
Babel:
So I believed in you and prayed for you in silence.
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
...I'm sorry for doubting you, Matriarch Babel.
Babel:
No. The fault is mine for incurring your doubt and mistrust. It is I who should ask for forgiveness instead.
Liloupar:
...
Liloupar:
My apologies as well, my master. It seems that my paranoia got the best of me.
Babel:
Well, it is good that we all managed to clear the air between us. You are our honored guest, 旅行者, and the Tanit will always welcome you.
Babel:
Esteemed Master of the Jinni, whatever you may desire, I will do my utmost to fulfill, if you would only ask.
Traveler:
Anything?
Babel:
Anything.
Traveler:
I'd like to be compensated in Mora.
Paimon:
Yeah! Mora! Mora! That's what we want!
Babel:
Very well, you have earned it indeed. And... I thank you for taking care of Jeht for me.
Babel:
Alright, don't let us keep you much longer. Again, I thank you for your help, O Master of the Jinni... May it not be long before you visit us again.
Babel:
After all, we will need your guidance... and Liloupar's also.
Jeht:
...
Jeht:
(There she sits in silence, enjoying a pleasant time with her parents.)
Traveler:
(Best not to bother her.)
Katheryne of the Sumeru Adventurers' Guild seems to be looking for you...
Tanit Tribe Scout:
Hey! Who are you?
Paimon:
Whoa! Bandits!
Mendas:
Bandits? How rude! I am Mendas, a scout! And this is Hugeweh.
Traveler:
We are adventurers just passing by.
Mendas:
Here... the Matriarch has forbidden us from harming foreign adventurers, you must hurry up and get out of here!
Mendas:
Gah. If only Jeht were here. She's better at dealing with outsiders...
Paimon:
Eh? Did you say Jeht?
Mendas:
Well, what's the matter, then? She joined us some time back and is highly valued by the Matriarch.
Mendas:
She's practically the Matriarch's shadow... Hmph, none of us tribespeople even come close to that kind of treatment.
Mendas:
...
Mendas:
Well, if you're Jeht's friends, I won't stop you. You may move on. The tribe's campsite lies ahead.
Mendas:
Jeht isn't back yet, but Aderfi, Masseira, and Yuften are in at the moment. They're pretty friendly to outsiders.
Mendas:
You can look for them... But if you have lied to us, you will find us less merciful.
Mendas:
Oh. It's you. Please, proceed.
???:
B—But... I don't know what those outsiders wanted... It's not my fault! Please let me explain, Matriarch Babel...
Babel:
...
???:
Please... Please! Give me one more chance, Matriarch... My Lady! I will prove my loyalty to the Tanit... Please believe me... I would gladly offer my life...
Babel:
Silence.
Babel:
She who knocked your teeth out can also remove your tongue.
???:
...! No, please don't...
Babel:
I don't understand... If you're willing to give your life for the Tanit, why are you still standing before me, alive?
Babel:
And another thing... Why did you address me as "My Lady"?
Babel:
I don't speak the language of the snowlands, and I do not care for the sophistry of the so-called "civilized world"... There is no such thing as "My Lady" here.
Babel:
And do enlighten me. What makes you think I'm not your family anymore... but some "Lady"?
Babel:
Your tongue is tainted with outsider poison, your mind stained by their gold. You cannot remain here.
Babel:
I shall speak no further. Lead him away... He was once one of us, so you know what to do.
The weeping man is taken away, leaving an uneasy silence...
After a while, the crowd begins to disperse, making room for you to see the Matriarch.
Paimon:
(Uh, what just happened...? Whatever it was, it sounded scary!)
Babel:
Yes...?
Babel:
Ah... My apologies, children. I was a little distracted. I forgot you were there.
Babel:
I'm terribly sorry that you had to see... that. I'm at fault. As the Matriarch of the Tanit, I'd like to make amends.
Paimon:
Uh, n—no need! Y'know, what with that "teeth and tongue" stuff and all...
Babel:
Heh... We were simply meting out punishment against a traitor. All the same, I am sorry for having given you such a terrible first impression as Matriarch.
Babel:
The city has its laws, and the tribe has its rules — please, do not pay it too much mind.
Babel:
So you two are 旅行者 and Paimon, yes? Jeht talks about you two a lot.
Traveler:
We came to look for Jeht.
Paimon:
This doesn't seem like a good time, though.
Babel:
Ah, no need to be so polite! Indeed, I should say that you have impeccable timing.
Babel:
It was I who approved her invitation in the first place. That is how you got safely past the Tanit's hunting grounds.
Babel:
Hehe. While I do feel bad saying this... I invited you here to help Jeht with some unfinished business.
Paimon:
"Hunting Grounds"?
Babel:
Don't worry. We weren't trying to hunt you. You are an honored guest here. For so long as we remember our guests' faces, we shall never do them harm on our land.
Paimon:
...That still isn't very reassuring...
Babel:
Haha. Now then, don't let me spoil the fun for you young folks... Look, Jeht is here.
Jeht:
Matriarch Babel, I have returned.
Babel:
How did it go with that fellow?
Jeht:
I made sure that he was given sufficient dignity.
Babel:
...That's good. But do not be proud of this deed, child. This was a tragic affair. He was my tribesman, and yours also.
Jeht:
...Yeah.
Babel:
Haha, alright. This is not a good day to preach. The friends you have been waiting for have finally arrived, so set your tears aside and greet them with joy.
Jeht:
...Matriarch Babel? What do you...
Traveler:
Long time no see.
Paimon:
Hey, Jeht! We're here to see you!
Jeht:
旅行者! And Paimon, too! You really did come!
Jeht:
Thank you, Matriarch Babel! I shouldn't have gotten mad at everyone about it...
Babel:
Now, now, of course I'm happy to see you all together. Whatever it is that you want to see or do, I've already approved it. You can put your doubts to rest.
Babel:
A word of caution, however... The road ahead of you will be fraught with danger and intrigue, so be on your guard. Please stay safe...
Messenger:
Matriarch Babel, Azariq has sent me to deliver a message to you.
Babel:
Understood...
Babel:
If you'll excuse me, I have tribal affairs to attend to. I'll leave you young ones to catch up.
Jeht:
Thanks!
Babel hurries away together with the messenger.
Paimon:
Jeht, you've changed a lot since we last saw you!
Jeht:
Hehe, got a good eye, haven't you, Paimon? So, what's different about me?
Paimon:
You look a little more tanned...
Jeht:
Hey! Mouthy as always, huh!?
Traveler:
You've matured.
Jeht:
Is that so? Hehe, after all we've been through, one probably should mature, even if just a little.
Paimon:
旅行者's right. You look like you've really come into your own.
Jeht:
Really? I just learned a lot of survival skills here, that's all. Been busy keeping myself alive, you know?
Jeht:
Matriarch Babel has taken good care of me all this time, and I've helped her out with a lot of things... I'm grateful that she's accepted me as a member of the tribe.
Traveler:
And have you been doing well since we last met?
Jeht:
Hehe, did you think I was pining after you like some lovesick maiden?
Paimon:
Whoa! Hang on a moment! Where did you learn to say all that?
Jeht:
Hahahaha! Aw, and here I thought I'd get you to blush!
Jeht:
I'm kidding, I'm kidding. All the boys in the tribe are like that, talking nonsense like this... It's annoying. They can't beat me anyway.
Jeht:
Ahem... To be honest, it's been tough living, but we're all looking out for each other and helping each other out, so we can all survive.
Jeht:
Still, the first days were rough, and I occasionally thought about the days back when my father would teach and protect me... Hehe, and to think that I used to find him annoying when he was around.
Jeht:
But the good old days won't put food on the table today, and Matriarch Babel and the rest of the Tanit have been taking good care of me... so it's better to look ahead.
Jeht:
Since the Tanit have accepted me, I'm learning to make myself more useful to everyone.
Jeht:
Anyway, let's not dally. I've got some errands to run, and since you're here, why not join me?
Paimon:
Whoa, is that what you do with old friends?
Jeht:
Hehe, sorry, sorry. People are just busy sometimes, you know?
Jeht:
Hmm... let me think. Yuften needs help feeding the crocodiles, so let's go there first!
Katheryne:
Hello there. We have a letter for you — it's from Ms. Jeht.
Paimon:
Eh? So you know Jeht, too, Katheryne? How's she doing?
Katheryne:
The Adventurers' Guild has an open partnership with the Eremites, so it would be more surprising if I didn't know her. She looked quite happy when she arrived, and said she was looking forward to seeing you again.
Paimon:
Interesting. Let's see what Jeht's written, 旅行者!
Paimon:
Well... Looks like she's having a good time. Better than the last time we saw each other!
Paimon:
But, what's this? "The Tanit camp"? That name sorta rings a bell. Have we been there before?
Katheryne:
The Tanit are the tribe from which Jeht hails. Their campsite is in the depths of Deshret Desert, amidst the ruins of what was once the city of Gurabad. If you don't mind, I'll mark it out on your map.
Paimon:
Wow... Katheryne really is a walking, breathing encyclopedia...
Katheryne:
You flatter me, 旅行者. In order to better serve adventurers, it is the duty of the Adventurers' Guild to provide such basic information whenever it is needed.
Katheryne:
And the Tanit have always had good commercial relations with the Adventurers' Guild. With Ms. Jeht as our point of contact, they have proven themselves reliable across many acts of cooperation.
Paimon:
Well... The letter also says that she'd like to settle some unfinished business and has expressly asked us to come along. How mysterious... did she mention anything specific, Katheryne?
Katheryne:
Well, I'm not at liberty to infringe upon the sender's privacy. I'm afraid the only way you'll find out is if you pay her a visit in person.
Paimon:
So, there's information that even you can't get a hold of, huh?
Katheryne:
Sorry. This isn't a matter of ability or lack thereof, but a matter of professionalism. We do not accept any complaints on this front.
Katheryne:
The Tanit campsite has been marked on your map for you. They'll be settling there for the next two or three years, as is the custom of tribal migration.
Katheryne:
If they happen to not be at this location, please do not hesitate to contact me. I will update you concerning their migratory pattern as soon as possible.
Paimon:
Uh, that's real thoughtful of you, but Paimon doesn't think we're gonna wait two to three years to go look for Jeht...
Paimon:
Okay, 旅行者. Now that we know where Jeht is, what are we waiting for? Let's not keep her waiting!
Katheryne:
In that case, do contact her for more specific information... Oh, sorry. I forgot to mention that this is not a guild commission. It should just be a meeting between friends...
Katheryne:
Anyway, ad astra abyssosque! May your reunion lead to new happy encounters and adventures!
Tanit Tribe Scout:
Hey! Who are you?
Paimon:
Whoa! Bandits!
Mendas:
Bandits? How rude! I am Mendas, a scout! And this is Hugeweh.
Traveler:
Jeht invited us here.
Paimon:
Yes! Jeht sent us a letter, and that's why we're here!
Mendas:
A letter? Show me.
You give Jeht's letter to the scout for review...
Mendas:
Well, if you're Jeht's friends, I won't stop you. You may move on. The tribe's campsite lies ahead.
Mendas:
Jeht isn't back yet, but Aderfi, Masseira, and Yuften are in at the moment. They're pretty friendly to outsiders.
Mendas:
Don't hesitate to seek them out... But if you dare deceive us, you will find us quite unfriendly indeed.
Yuften:
Hello, stranger. What d—do you need?
Yuften:
Oh, the M—Matriarch told me about you. You're good folk.
Yuften:
If you're looking for Jeht, sh—she's still out... Please go to meet Matriarch Babel first. She has b—been waiting for you for a long time.
Traveler:
About Jeht...
Yuften:
She's a good kid.
Traveler:
And...?
Yuften:
She's made friends, is very happy, and talks like a l—l—little antelope... I'm very... very happy for her.
Yuften:
Hmm, it's getting busy up there. Matriarch Babel has returned. O—okay, you should probably meet her. Please don't keep her w—waiting too long.
Masseira:
Hello. 旅行者, I presume?
Masseira:
Shh... Let me guess... You're here to find someone. Your friend, yes?
Traveler:
Yes, but...
Masseira:
Jeht is a good girl. I'm glad she has a friend like you.
Traveler:
Thanks...
Masseira:
Hehe. Anyway, if you don't mind a little advice... You look like a real killer, that you do. But "companions"? Those will prove to be your undoing... Your fatal weakness.
Traveler:
I don't understand what you're trying to say...
Masseira:
Then consider my words but a breeze in your ear. Hmm... Matriarch Babel's not back yet, so you can go talk to Yuften. He's right by the creek where we raise crocodiles. You can't miss it.
Aderfi:
Hello, young ones. What do you need?
Paimon:
Well... We're here to see Jeht. Is she around?
Aderfi:
Jeht? Yes... she's here. Why are you looking for her?
Traveler:
We're her friends.
Aderfi:
Friends...? Oh.
Aderfi:
She's mentioned you before, I think. Something about a "brave and reliable young man." Hmph, she's been hanging around outside for too long, I see, to be making friends with rich people in fancy clothing and such.
Traveler:
...
Paimon:
Hey, what's that supposed to mean!?
Aderfi:
Sorry for speaking so rudely, but I care little for receiving outsiders. You should seek out Matriarch Babel instead.
Aderfi:
She's a good kid.
Paimon:
So...?
Aderfi:
What do you mean "so"? She's a good kid. I don't want to see her come under the bad influence of outsiders. Like I said before, if you need anything, seek out Matriarch Babel. Don't bother me.
Aderfi:
Well, I have nothing much else to say to you... Why don't you go find Masseira? He's a strange old man. Who knows, maybe you'll get a warmer welcome there.
???:
B—But... I don't know what those outsiders wanted... It's not my fault! Please let me explain, Matriarch Babel...
Babel:
...
???:
Please... Please! Give me one more chance, Matriarch... My Lady! I will prove my loyalty to the Tanit... Please believe me... I would gladly offer my life...
Babel:
Silence.
Babel:
She who knocked your teeth out can also remove your tongue.
???:
...! No, please don't...
Babel:
I don't understand... If you're willing to give your life for the Tanit, why are you still standing before me, alive?
Babel:
And another thing... Why did you address me as "My Lady"?
Babel:
I don't speak the language of the snowlands, and I do not care for the sophistry of the so-called "civilized world"... There is no such thing as "My Lady" here.
Babel:
And do enlighten me. What makes you think I'm not your family anymore... but some "Lady"?
Babel:
Your tongue is tainted with outsider poison, your mind stained by their gold. You cannot remain here.
Babel:
I shall speak no further. Lead him away... He was once one of us, so you know what to do.
The weeping man is taken away, leaving an uneasy silence...
After a while, the crowd begins to disperse, making room for you to see the Matriarch.
Paimon:
(Uh, what just happened...? Whatever it was, it sounded scary!)
Babel:
Hmm...?
Babel:
Ah... My apologies, children. I was a little distracted. I forgot you were there.
Babel:
I'm terribly sorry that you had to see... that. I'm at fault. As the Matriarch of the Tanit, I'd like to make amends.
Paimon:
Uh, n—no need! Y'know, what with that "teeth and tongue" stuff and all...
Babel:
Heh... We were simply meting out punishment against a traitor. All the same, I am sorry for having given you such a terrible first impression as Matriarch.
Babel:
The city has its laws, and the tribe has its rules — please, do not pay it too much mind.
Babel:
So you two are 旅行者 and Paimon, yes? Jeht talks about you two a lot.
Traveler:
We came at her invitation.
Paimon:
This doesn't seem like a good time, though.
Babel:
Ah, no need to be so polite! Indeed, I should say that you have impeccable timing.
Babel:
It was I who approved her invitation in the first place. That is how you got safely past the Tanit's hunting grounds.
Babel:
Hehe. While I do feel bad saying this... I invited you here to help Jeht with some unfinished business.
Paimon:
"Hunting Grounds"?
Babel:
Don't worry. We weren't trying to hunt you. You are an honored guest here. For so long as we remember our guests' faces, we shall never do them harm on our land.
Paimon:
...That still isn't very reassuring...
Babel:
Haha. Now then, don't let me spoil the fun for you young folks... Look, Jeht is here.
Jeht:
Matriarch Babel, I have returned.
Babel:
How did it go with that fellow?
Jeht:
I made sure that he was given sufficient dignity.
Babel:
...That's good. But do not be proud of this deed, child. This was a tragic affair. He was my tribesman, and yours also.
Jeht:
...I understand.
Babel:
Haha, alright. This is not a good day to preach. The friends you have been waiting for have finally arrived, so set your tears aside and greet them with joy.
Jeht:
...Matriarch Babel? What do you...
Traveler:
Long time no see.
Paimon:
Hey, Jeht! We're here to see you!
Jeht:
旅行者! And Paimon, too! You really did come!
Jeht:
Thank you, Matriarch Babel! I shouldn't have gotten mad at everyone about it...
Babel:
Now, now, of course I'm happy to see you all together. Whatever it is that you want to see or do, I've already approved it. You can put your doubts to rest.
Babel:
A word of caution, however... The road ahead of you will be fraught with danger and intrigue, so be on your guard. Please stay safe...
Messenger:
Matriarch Babel, Azariq has sent me to deliver a message to you.
Babel:
Understood...
Babel:
If you'll excuse me, I have tribal affairs to attend to. I'll leave you young ones to catch up.
Jeht:
Thanks!
Babel hurries away together with the messenger.
Paimon:
Jeht, you've changed a lot since we last saw you!
Jeht:
Hehe, got a good eye, haven't you, Paimon? So, what's different about me?
Paimon:
You look a little more tanned...
Jeht:
Hey! Mouthy as always, huh!?
Traveler:
You've matured.
Jeht:
Is that so? Hehe, after all we've been through, one probably should mature, even if just a little.
Paimon:
旅行者's right. You look like you've really come into your own.
Jeht:
Really? I just learned a lot of survival skills here, that's all. Been busy keeping myself alive, you know?
Jeht:
Matriarch Babel has taken good care of me all this time, and I've helped her out with a lot of things... I'm grateful that she's accepted me as a member of the tribe.
Traveler:
And have you been doing well since we last met?
Jeht:
Hehe, did you think I was pining after you like some lovesick maiden?
Paimon:
Whoa! Hang on a moment! Where did you learn to say all that?
Jeht:
Hahahaha! Aw, and here I thought I'd get you to blush!
Jeht:
I'm kidding, I'm kidding. All the boys in the tribe are like that, talking nonsense like this... It's annoying. They can't beat me anyway.
Jeht:
Ahem... To be honest, it's been tough living, but we're all looking out for each other and helping each other out, so we can all survive.
Jeht:
Still, the first days were rough, and I occasionally thought about the days back when my father would teach and protect me... Hehe, and to think that I used to find him annoying when he was around.
Jeht:
But the good old days won't put food on the table today, and Matriarch Babel and the rest of the Tanit have been taking good care of me... so it's better to look ahead.
Jeht:
Since the Tanit have accepted me, I'm learning to make myself more useful to everyone.
Jeht:
Anyway, let's not dally. I've got some errands to run, and since you're here, why not join me?
Paimon:
Whoa, is that what you do with old friends?
Jeht:
Hehe, sorry, sorry. People are just busy sometimes, you know?
Jeht:
Hmm... let me think. Yuften needs help feeding the crocodiles, so let's go there first!
Jeht:
I'm here, Yuften! And I've brought my friends, 旅行者 and Paimon.
Yuften:
H—Hello, Jeht. Have you finished your b—b—business?
Jeht:
Yep, and that's why I thought I should come here to help you out, and brought my friends along to boot!
Yuften:
Oh? Thank you, Jeht. You r—r—remembered that I had something I needed your help with!
Yuften:
Haha. Back when Elder Bleda was around, you used to pester him to f—f—feed the crocodiles together with you...
Jeht:
Ahem...! Loose lips sink ships!
Yuften:
Um, alright... Here's the f—f—food. The meat's fresh. Take it.
Jeht:
Okay! Let's go, 旅行者!
Jeht:
Feeding crocodiles is pretty easy... You drop the meat, they follow the scent, and they eat it themselves.
Paimon:
By the way, your Matriarch seems pretty fearsome...
Jeht:
Oh, you mean what happened just now? Well, it's nothing. We were just dealing with a traitor.
Jeht:
I tracked him through the desert for half a month before bringing him back alive. He was crafty, and plenty fierce to boot. I had to knock some of his teeth out to subdue him... Argh, my hand still hurts...
Paimon:
Wow... that sounds scary...
Jeht:
So be careful what you say around me in the future, eh, Paimon?
Paimon:
Oh...
Traveler:
Watch your teeth, Paimon.
Paimon:
Eek!
Jeht:
Hahaha, don't be so serious! We're all friends here. I'm just kidding!
Paimon:
It does look like you're taken seriously around here... Everyone seems to respect you!
Jeht:
Well, here's the thing... Because of my previous experience with adventurers, I'm more perceptive about things that happen outside the tribe.
Jeht:
So the Matriarch decided that it would be my job to track down outsiders and punish traitors to the tribe.
Jeht:
Since I wasn't born amongst the Tanit, it's okay for me to deal with criminals in a more aggressive way... That's what Matriarch Babel told me.
Jeht:
Although I don't really care... I'm not sure if this is a special privilege or proof of our estrangement.
Jeht:
Well, I wasn't born here, after all, and the Tanit tribe isn't a home I'm innately familiar with. I can only try my best to do everything well. As long as I can put some roots down, I think I'll be fine.
Traveler:
Isn't that exhausting?
Jeht:
It's okay... I'm just trying to survive around here, and I've learned a lot, too.
Jeht:
Alright, I think they've eaten their fill. Let's go!
Yuften:
H—Have you finished, Jeht?
Jeht:
Yeah. I'm going to wash now! Your crocodile food stinks — smells of raw meat!
Yuften:
Haha... And d—does that or traitor-blood smell worse?
Jeht:
Hey! Not funny!
Yuften:
Thank you. By the way... th—there's one more thing that I want to a—ask of you...
Yuften:
This is the cured c—c—crocodile meat that I promised to give Aderfi previously. Pass it on to him for me, would you?
Jeht:
Sure, sure, I'll give your c—c—crocodile meat to Aderfi, no problem!
Yuften:
H—Hey! Th—that was uncalled for!
Jeht:
Hahaha, smell ya later!
Jeht:
I'm here, Aderfi!
Aderfi:
Oh? Here to show off your new outsider friends?
Jeht:
Sort of! By the way, here's the crocodile jerky from Yuften!
Aderfi:
Ah, thanks. You're so considerate...
Jeht:
Hehe, no worries! By the way, about Benben... can you still fix it?
Aderfi:
Don't worry, it's nothing serious. I'll be able to get it back to you in a couple of days.
Jeht:
Oh... okay! Then I'll get going!
Aderfi:
Stay safe.
Jeht:
Heh... running here and there really works up a sweat...
Jeht:
Haha, it's fine. I don't like being idle, actually.
Jeht:
Ah, but look at me. I didn't invite you guys here so you could come run errands with me!
Jeht:
Well, so here's the story: Matriarch Babel recently agreed to let me bring Dad's... my father's remains, and those of my mother, to be buried in the Eternal Oasis.
Paimon:
Oh? So that's a real place? Paimon thought that it was just a myth.
Jeht:
Well, the last time we parted, I was so lost... I honestly didn't know where to start looking for it. Matriarch Babel, however, seems very sure that the Eternal Oasis lies in the middle of this desert...
Jeht:
The Tanit tribe holds that the never-ending sandstorm at the heart of the desert conceals the Eternal Oasis.
Jeht:
Unfortunately, that area has been sealed off by the tribe as a taboo place. No one can approach except scouts on patrol.
Paimon:
Taboo...? Is it dangerous or something?
Jeht:
Yes. Some older folks believe that ancient spirits roam there, hungering for souls and flesh... But that's probably just a myth. I don't believe it.
Traveler:
Sounds like a terrifying place...
Jeht:
Yeah, but I'm not afraid. I've seen lots of spooky stuff in my time. As long as my blade can strike it, I'm not afraid of it.
Jeht:
As for things my blade can't strike, we'll just have to outrun it.
Jeht:
Basically, I can bypass the taboos of the elders and explore the Eternal Oasis.
Jeht:
That'll let me fulfill a long-cherished wish of mine, and secure the future of the tribe too. They believe that this is where the secrets of the mistress of flowers lie.
Jeht:
If these secrets can be discovered... They'll give the tribe a new lease on life!
Jeht:
I know that this is my duty and honor. But I've been thinking, and I've been getting this feeling that I should invite you to witness it with me.
Jeht:
After all... since my father passed, that leaves you as my most trusted friends... the closest thing I have to family right now. That's why I wanted to ask you to join me on this wayward little trip of mine.
Paimon:
Jeht... You can rest easy. Of course we'll help!
Traveler:
We won't let a friend down.
Jeht:
Thanks so much, you guys!
Jeht:
Ahem... First, we need to go to the ruins of Gurabad to look for this "Jinni Fragment" thing...
Jeht:
I don't quite understand it, but the tribe's stories say that she's the only one who knows how to open the way to the Oasis, so we'll have to find her...
Jeht:
Umm... And that's all I can tell you, really. I think Azariq can tell you more. So... Shall we go?
Traveler:
Let's.
Jeht:
Okay, then we're off! I have so many other things I wanna say!
Jeht:
Well? Are you ready to go?
Jeht:
Okay, let's move out!
Aderfi:
Alright, alright. I've got my work to do, and you've got yours. There's no need to look around here anymore.
Masseira:
If you need to see Jeht, you'll have to wait for Matriarch Babel... Why, you ask? Well, you'll see...
Yuften:
G—Go see the Matriarch. I'm sure she and Jeht will be very h—happy to see you.
Aderfi:
Ah, it's you...
Aderfi:
You've already met the Matriarch? If you haven't gotten kicked out, that means you're our honored guest... Well, feel free to wander as you like, then.
Aderfi:
Hmm? You've got a good eye, I must say. Yes, I am indeed a merchant. I sell the various things that the tribe lacks. Cosmetics, luxury items, costumes, toys, agricultural products, intricate tools...
Aderfi:
What would you like? If you should need something, I'll have it. And if I don't, just tell me what you need, and I'll get it for you, whether it's from the city, or even from Fontaine!
Aderfi:
Ah... Right, you're an outsider. Well, in that case, you have my apologies, but my shop is not open to you.
Aderfi:
Of course, you are our guest, so you can feel free to take whatever catches your eye here in my tent... Uh, as long as you don't take it all, anyway.
Traveler:
You've got lots of books here. May I read them?
Aderfi:
The books? Oh! Right, those are here at the request of Matriarch Babel. I'm sure you've heard, and seen, that the city people have taken to using this thing called the Akasha, which they mount on their ears.
Aderfi:
Their libraries have been emptied of a great number of obsolete books, and the Matriarch had me purchase and safe-keep them for everyone to read free of charge. Hmph... I operated at a loss there.
Aderfi:
As for the Akasha, we did ship a set in from another tribe, but it was... very inconvenient to use, not to mention quite arcane indeed. We could not disassemble or repair it, for the wiring was too centralized...
Aderfi:
Whatever the case, I'd say that reading books on your own is far better than relying on some strange machine to stuff information into your brain.
Aderfi:
After all, who knows what back doors you might open if you just let people into the door of your mind?
Traveler:
See you.
Aderfi:
Don't let me get in your way.
Masseira:
Spoken to Babel, have you? Ah, she's probably busying herself somewhere else again... You would sooner stop the wind than stop her.
Masseira:
Haha... You know, youngster, speaking of the wind... I'd like to remind you of a kind of desert wind that we call "Zibri."
Masseira:
At first, you won't sense anything, until the sandstorm rises over the horizon, and the air itself begins to ascend and burn. Only then will you realize...
Masseira:
...That you can no longer smell anything, for the heated air has smothered your sense of smell, seared your nostrils...
Masseira:
By then... Heh. By then, it will be too late.
Traveler:
I'm afraid I didn't catch your drift...
Masseira:
It's nothing... I just mean to say that you should be careful of the sandstorms.
Yuften:
Those crocodiles are a v—very gentle... Still, be careful when you feed them...
Yuften:
Watch your fingers...
Aderfi:
Ah, it's you.
Aderfi:
Matriarch Babel mentioned you previously, honored guest. Please, have a look around.
Aderfi:
Hmm...? I thought I had already introduced myself... I sell the various things that the tribe lacks. Cosmetics, luxury items, costumes, toys, agricultural products, intricate tools...
Aderfi:
What would you like? If you should need something, I'll have it. And if I don't, just tell me what you need, and I'll get it for you, whether it's from the city, or even from Fontaine!
Aderfi:
Ah... Right, you're an outsider. Well, in that case, you have my apologies, but my shop is not open to you.
Aderfi:
Of course, you are our guest, so you can feel free to take whatever catches your eye here in my tent... Uh, as long as you don't take it all, anyway.
Traveler:
You've got lots of books here. May I read them?
Aderfi:
Books? ...Oh, right, you mean the ones Matriarch Babel requested... See, it's been fashionable for city people to wear Akasha on their ears for some time. You must have seen them.
Aderfi:
Their libraries have been emptied of a great number of obsolete books, and the Matriarch had me purchase and safe-keep them for everyone to read free of charge. Hmph... I operated at a loss there.
Aderfi:
As for the Akasha, we did ship a set in from another tribe, but it was... very inconvenient to use, not to mention quite arcane indeed. We could not disassemble or repair it, for the wiring was too centralized...
Aderfi:
Whatever the case, I'd say that reading books on your own is far better than relying on some strange machine to stuff information into your brain.
Aderfi:
After all, who knows what back doors you might open if you just let people into the door of your mind?
Traveler:
See you.
Aderfi:
Don't let me get in your way.
Yuften:
Hello... Guest of Tanit...
Yuften:
J—J—Jeht mentions you often. She's a good kid.
Yuften:
Planting crops and f—feeding the fish. Sometimes, I also do some b—b—butchery. Crocodile skin and meat is v—very useful.
Yuften:
We get clean spring water all year around h—here, so it's just right for raising crocodiles. Th—that's why we fenced this place up.
Yuften:
Crocodiles are easy to care for, and they can be harvested for lots of skins and meat. Unfortunately, f—fields are a d—different story...
Traveler:
You have fields around here?
Yuften:
We do... but only for testing. Matriarch Babel invited some outsiders to c—c—come and provide us with Anahitian Blessing, and she got all these old books from the city...
Yuften:
S—s—so we've tried our hand at farming according to the contents of these books.
Yuften:
But the oases in the canyon are too narrow and lack nutrients. We need to find a way to f—fertilize the soil.
Traveler:
Tell me about the Anahitian Blessing...
Yuften:
The outsiders didn't want to reveal the fertilizer's composition. As such, we've had to rely on the people who provide it to f—fertilize the soil... which isn't good.
Yuften:
Th—that's why the Matriarch wants me to d—do some research here to r—reverse engineer our own Anahitian Blessing.
Traveler:
I shan't disturb you any longer.
Yuften:
Th—that's alright. Please take some crocodile jerky, dear guest. It's just over there...