Amoxes looks at you suspiciously, unconvinced by your insistence.
"Make certain that you leave after dusk," Nathos advises. "If the traders truly are practicing magic, they must not see you go." The mystic returns to his temple, and you wait with Amoxes for sunset, watching the figures in their thick gray robes as they continue to greet the arriving travelers. So many people come and go all afternoon, you can barely make sense of it all.
At last, the night falls. The traders all retire to their tents, and the moon casts its pale light across the earth. You and Amoxes depart.
Immediately, he begins marveling aloud at his good fortune for having crossed paths with you. "I have never known someone who was honored with a destiny. Does this mean that I have one too, for being your guide on this journey?"
"When anyone becomes part of my life," you explain, "they are drawn into the destiny Cabryx has crafted for me."
"Then we will share the honor of serving the goddess," he announces proudly. When Amoxes speaks these words, you cannot help but see him as he appeared in your dream, burning into ash. You wonder if he would remain so loyal to Cabryx, if he knew where his goddess is leading him now.
You change the subject…