Desert Respite; Inner Village

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Desert Crow would walk toward the house of the one who smithed. There were no signs upon where anyone nor anything was, for there was no need for it. Everyone knew who was who and what was what, even if no one else did. He would lead Estelle inside, hoping she didn't get lost along the way, since much of this land looked the same.

"I'll show you the way, Shise. This power you seek is something I searched for and recently found. I was simply here to prepare." She lied, of course. She didn't need the man to get hostile with her and she couldn't tell him the power he sought was indeed all around them at the moment. She didn't know if it could manifest itself into a physical being, but it told her to lead the man into the desert. She placed her utmost faith in Ignis; Hoping to help him as much as he had already helped her.

"It is in the desert. You wouldn't have been able to find it simply by looking." As she spoke, Estelle laid the last piece that she owed to the shop owner. It was a medium sized shield made from the remaining hide of the Gecoal. She placed the meat that the man had asked for alongside. "I thank you graciously for allowing me your time and resources. By the worlds will shall we meet again."

With her words, she donned her newly made skirt, still leaving herself topless. However, she fixed her hair to hang over her breast as to cover herself just a bit more modestly. The tension she felt towards the villagers was overshadowed by her irritation aimed at the cloaked man. Regardless of if they, the villagers, found her presence no longer wanted, she would respect them as the desert had respected her. "Farewell." She whispered to Desert Crow as she passed him and exited the shop.

The gratitude of the Magnus Ignis rested over the shoulders of Estelle as a great pressure, yet that pressure was not malign. The intensity was fierce, though the sociability was not hostile. She would even think she'd hear the faint whisper of "Thank You..." in her ear as she was guided into the desert by the powerful spirit of the Desert over her. Estelle was drawn out of the Khoya Village immediately with the resulting fiery force over her serving ass a repellent for the villagers as she moved. No one should have interacted with her as she left, yet everyone would see the surging aura around her that was not her own yet also covering her. The Khoya Villagers would be able to see the Spirit of the Desert with her, which would give them all a tangible testimony that this specific Foreigner in their land was blessed by the entity they feared. Whatever sort of whispers would stir in the midst would only be of any direct relevance to the Khoya Villagers at the time. Otherwise, Estelle, the Foreigner in the Veritas, would depart into the Eternal Desert from whence she came

Desert Crow was no slouch. His eyes were attuned to the situation in more ways than one, and most of all to the energy that was radiating all around Estelle. "... Regards," said he as Estelle finished her business with the shopkeep and the Khoya Village. He knew there would be talk around the town about this, but that wasn't anything that they who had just borne witness would not be able to settle with their testimony and sound instruction, as village leaders. Desert Crow and his family, especially Desert Owl, were of high esteem here; typically, whatever they said was what was found as general consensus due to their wisdom and skill.

The other Foreigner was much less appealing in a great deal of ways, and fortunately the lone woman was luring him out into the desert. What became of them out there was beyond Desert Crow's capacity to really care, yet he hoped for the safe journey of the foreign woman who was on her way. "Looks like what you're after, someone's got a lead on," he said slyly to the more rude Foreigner in the land. "Might be in your best interest to tail the pretty lady." Desert Crow shrugged, keeping himself close to the shopkeeper. "You won't find what you're looking for here." It was just that simple, if everyone had made themselves clear. He kept a sharp eye like a bird of prey on the untrustworthy stranger, not batting a lash before it was certain he was clear from the area.

The robed Foreigner smirked, laughing to himself at the thought of finally being brought to where and what he desired. His mouth nearly watered with anticipation as he was told he would soon be near. "Yes..." he moaned, clenching his fists together tightly, "... I feel it. That power..." As the woman brushed passed him, she exuded a strength about her that was something intoxicating to him. Not only was she attractive, but she held an ambiance that was just as commanding. The power that radiated from her is what he was searching for -- or, rather, it was a portion of it. He was getting closer and this woman was the first step toward the ultimate goal. "I knew it wouldn't be one of these weakling villagers, anyway." Dismissing everyone immediately from his thoughts and focus, the foreign man trailed the foreign woman of great radiance to the Desert, where he would learn more about this power that she held.