They continued down the stone pathway, which was adorned with mesmerizing patterns that seemed to flow like veins within the mountain itself. These patterns emitted a faint, ethereal glow, casting an otherworldly ambiance upon the surroundings. The sensation of something lifting the weight of Herben's Erenia, the mystical energy that flowed within him, grew more evident with each step. There was no need for him to control it, as if it did not exist anymore and he kept this newfound sensation to himself, not wishing to reveal any vulnerability.
Eventually, they reached an imposing gate unlike the others they had encountered. This gate was not fashioned from precious metals or stone; rather, it appeared to be constructed from dark, heavy materials that bore a strange air of ancient magic about them. With a mere gesture from the adviser, the gate began to move, sliding ponderously along the marble floor. As it creaked open, a blinding light spilled forth, momentarily dazzling their senses.
Once they stepped beyond the gate, it became clear that they had entered not a grand hall, but a vast chamber that resembled a mine. The cavernous space stretched out before them, extending toward yet another gate that led to the king's hall. This gate was connected to the one they had just passed through by a sturdy bridge suspended above the vast expanse below.
Gazing downward, they beheld a web of mines that seemed to plunge deep into the heart of the mountain. The distant echoes of labour and excavation reverberated through the chamber, their sources hidden from view. The walls of this underground domain retained the same ethereal veins of shimmering gems that adorned the previous passages, yet these gems remained untouched, unmined by the inhabitants of Kajban.
The echoing sounds of mining had given way to an eerie quietness that seemed to envelop them. Turning to the adviser, he inquired, "It's so much quieter now. How far down have you taken these mines?"
The adviser turned to face him and began a formal speech, "This mine reaches the core of Arcanath, where arcane energy itself is forged. For the people of Kajban, we harness this extraordinary power and resources to ensure safety and..."
Atlas, never one for formalities, interjected impatiently, "Yessss, yessss, and we use it for the greater good of mankind. I was there when it was all written down. Let's skip the humour and take me to him. Isn't he waiting?"
In an instant, a blade rested on Atlas's shoulder, brandished by one of the guards. The other guard warned, "Watch your tongue, for you stand in the High One's domain now."
The adviser couldn't help but smile, relishing a small measure of revenge for Atlas's earlier rudeness. However, Atlas responded with a steely gaze, "Do you know, whether he wants me alive or dead, your necks are just as much on the line, once again take me to him."
With those words, the adviser's countenance grew grim, and he led the way in silence. The group continued through the hollow mountain, traversing a meticulously crafted bridge adorned with intricate golden patterns that seemed to shimmer in the dim light of the mine.
As they ventured further into the depths of the mountain, the rhythmic sounds of miners toiling away at the roots of the mountain enveloped them, as if to be a heart beating, creating an almost tangible sensation as though the very mountain itself were alive.
Upon reaching the end of the ornate bridge, they encountered another imposing gate edged by statues meticulously crafted within the walls. With a precise motion of his hand, the adviser effortlessly opened the doors, revealing a vast and breathtaking hall. To Herben's surprise, the hall's construction was predominantly of stone, highlighted by veins of precious gems that ran like natural patterns throughout the vast chamber.
Tall, imposing pillars rose like sentinels, providing essential support to the grand hall. Massive fires were strategically placed in the corners and around the perimeter, casting a warm and vibrant glow, illuminating the cavernous space. Although Herben couldn't observe the ceiling, he marvelled at the intricate veins of white gems that intersected it, casting ethereal glimmers of light that revealed the hall's true dimensions.
Their arrival was duly announced to the king, who sat upon his throne. Contrary to Herben's expectations, the throne was crafted from simple stone, devoid of the usual wealth found in royal chambers. It appeared humble, as though a piece of the mountain itself had been transformed into a fitting seat of authority, though it was far from ordinary stone.
As they walked forward, the king concluded a conversation with another adviser by saying, "Enough of this frivolity," and the adviser walked away, his footsteps echoing through the massive hall.
It was their turn, and their adviser, his voice full of reverence and awe, approached the imposing king. " My Lord, The lord of Kajban, protector of the realm and the High one, they have arrived as per your wishes."
The king, a figure of commanding presence, rose from his ornate stone throne, a symbol of unyielding authority. He descended the grand staircase with a regal air, each step echoing through the vast hall. He dismissed the adviser with a mere gesture, and then, with an air of majesty, addressed their mysterious guest. "It is truly you, the one I have awaited my whole life, our saviour."
Everyone in the room was struck silent by the king's profound words. The adviser, as well as the soldiers retreated, offering more space for the momentous meeting between the revered king and the enigmatic travellers.
The king continued, his voice carrying the weight of his words, "Welcome, welcome back. I was uncertain if it was truly you, and so I had my men keep a watchful eye on you. I apologize if their actions have caused you any discomfort."
The atmosphere in the room grew tenser as the king's apology hung in the air, especially for the adviser, who appeared displeased by the king's concession.
With an unyielding expression, Atlas replied, "Where is the king, the first to this throne".
The soldiers immediately unsheathed their swords in response to Atlas's stern inquiry. The king, however, intervened with commanding authority, saying, "You two fools, I will have your heads if you show any sign of aggression toward this man. Now kneel and do not move until he gives you leave."
Atlas and Herben were taken aback by the sudden turn of events. Herben clung tightly to Atlas's arm, anxiety coursing through him. The king addressed Atlas with a sigh, his voice tinged with gravity, "Unfortunately, the king you knew has passed away, and I was appointed as his successor. He had no heir left, and with his demise, the great chaos era came to an end."
He continued, "I will share the full story with you later, my friend. And, in case you haven't noticed, I was present when you saved this city and all its people from the encroaching evil." The king's eyes revealed his deep respect for Atlas and the pivotal role he had played in the city's history.
Atlas acknowledged the king's excitement, saying, "I do remember your presence, and you were but a child that day."
The king's eyes sparkled with nostalgia as he responded, "Yes, I was amidst the crowd about to be crushed, as people panicked. Then, I looked up and saw you, shining brilliantly. Your actions calmed the people, and I owe my life to what you did that day."
Atlas, still curious about the fate of the previous king, inquired further, "I'm eager to know what transpired with the former king, as he did have relatives from his house. How is it that you now hold the throne?"
The king sighed and replied, "I understand your confusion. Regrettably, I can't provide the full story in this setting, but I will share it in a more suitable time. I can see that you both must be tired and hungry. The adviser will have a room prepared for the two of you. May I also inquire about your companion for today? Perhaps your son?" The king knelt to Herben's height. Herben introduced himself as his mother had taught him, saying, "I am Herben, my lord, nothing more than a companion."
Neither Atlas nor the king had expected such a response from a child, and they shared smiles. The king rose and nodded to the adviser, who approached and said, "Please follow me," leading the way. The soldiers respectfully knelt, and Atlas nodded to the king with a warm smile before following the adviser.
The adviser led them through exquisitely designed walkways and halls, adorned with meticulously crafted patterns of gold and various precious gems. Some of the architecture retained the original veins or gems and had been expertly built around them. As they reached a private bath, it featured a golden floor and a sizable hot pool at its centre, surrounded by filling steam, with beautiful woman waiting within.
Atlas turned to the adviser and asked sarcastically, "Did they inform you that a child would be accompanying me today?"
The adviser replied in a cold tone, "He is hardly a child and is there an issue with that?"
Atlas met his gaze firmly and responded, "You've been the issue since the moment I arrived here. If you don't leave before this steam fully dissipates, I will shut that insolent mouth of yours."
The adviser was taken aback and not pleased, but he realized that Atlas wasn't making empty threats, especially after the public reprimand from the king. Without further protest, he left the area.
Herben hesitated, unsure whether to enter the bath with the seductive attendants. They continued to gesture and use sultry tones, to which Atlas responded with a hint of magic.
" Ladies, considering the presence of a child, kindly excuse yourselves, one by one. " he instructed.
The attendants didn't reply and remained where they were, uncertain whether Atlas was joking or entirely serious. Atlas wasn't one to give a second warning. Without any visible action, a mysterious fog began to envelop the bath.
In the thick, steam-filled bath, Herben could hardly see more than a few steps ahead, and his natural shyness around naked ladies made him uncomfortable. He hesitantly asked, "Ohhhhh, are we to take a bath like this?"
Atlas, who was already immersed in the soothing waters, replied, "Don't worry, they aren't here now. Relax and enjoy the water."
After a few minutes of soaking in the bath, Herben asked with caution, "Are we okay to speak here?"
Atlas responded, "Is it about your arcane?"
Herben answered quietly, "Yes."
Atlas assured him, "Don't be overly concerned. This mountain isn't a natural formation; it was crafted by ancient kings. The ores within these mountains possess properties that deter and restrict the use of various arcane arts. Only a select few, known by very few in Kajban, can navigate these constraints."
Intrigued, Herben inquired, "What kind of arcane art is that?"
Atlas explained, "It is a potent and ancient one, which is what kept Kajban resilient when the world was under the relentless assault of evil. Remember when I told you that Kajban was once humanity's last stand against the forces of darkness?"
"Yes!" Herben replied eagerly.
Atlas continued, "When the world was first plunged into chaos by the forces of evil, it was called the Zafkhzar, which means the Neglected Day. On that very day, when the world unveiled the New World Hub, a shimmering city of magic and might, an individual of great darkness entered the city. He addressed the council with a speech of his own, and that marked the beginning of our troubles. Dark creatures began attacking us, and even some of our allies turned against us. From that moment, it was a losing battle."
Herben listened with rapt attention as Atlas unfolded this tale. "Many creatures had to go into hiding, seeking refuge in caves and remote mountainous regions, far away from the cities to avoid being targeted. Have you ever explored the cave system behind the waterfall in your village?" Atlas inquired.
Herben responded, "No."
Atlas revealed, "There is a cave system there. It's not surprising you didn't know, but your people used to seek shelter and protection there during those difficult times. And you mentioned ceremonies in that river; the river likely has a rich history too."
Atlas continued his tale, delving deeper into the history of Kajban. "At the time, Kajban was fortified and sustained by these very stones. The mages of our city had constructed a mighty tower that effectively halted the use of any form of arcane art far beyond the borders of Kajban. They had mastered the limited forms of magic they could employ. However, even with these measures in place, we knew that our safety was only a matter of time, and the inevitable doom would eventually arrive. And when it did, it came crashing down on us. The tower was melted into the mountains, its power rendered dormant, and the memory of most arcane arts was forgotten. Over the years, the ores deep within this mountain grew, their roots extending, which now u see throughout the castle."
Herben marvelled at Atlas's knowledge, finding his wisdom, and understanding of the city's history to be impressive. He was eager to learn more, to uncover the finer details of these events, but he hesitated to ask, unsure of how much to inquire.
As they continued to enjoy their bath, the time eventually came to leave the steam-filled pool. When they were ready to depart, Atlas dispelled the fog he had created earlier. The ladies who had been in the bath appeared petrified, some shocked and shaking or scared, while others were happier, though it was clear that they had not experienced the same foggy concealment as Herben and Atlas had.
A servant awaited them, dressed elegantly in silk adorned with gems and a thin, gold chain holding her veil in place. She politely informed them that she would be their servant during their stay, ready to fulfill their needs, and she would be stationed right outside their room, waiting for any orders. Herben and Atlas expressed their gratitude, and as they entered their room, they were greeted by a well-prepared and comfortable chamber. It was neither too warm nor too cold, with soft carpets underfoot, and a raised platform for sleeping.
Deciding to rest for a while before dinner, Atlas went to bed, but Herben's thoughts were still spinning with the stories Atlas had shared, particularly the accounts of those who had gone into hiding during times of war. Herben was so deep in thought that he was startled by a gentle knock on the door, signalling the arrival of the servant.
Herben quickly prepared himself and made his way to the dining area, where he found Atlas already seated. He was slightly anxious and wondered if he had done something wrong to warrant this summons. The beautiful servant led Herben to the table, and during their walk, he couldn't help but ask her if he was in trouble. She reassured him, "I don't believe so, young sir. You were asleep, and your companion asked me to wake you up for dinner." Herben was sure he hadn't been asleep, but given the situation, he chose not to argue.
Upon entering the dining area, Herben was greeted by a grand sight. The long table was adorned with a splendid array of dishes, and the room was filled with people engaged in lively conversations, laughter, and elegant exchanges. Herben felt the weight of all eyes upon him, and it made him slightly tremble. But he took a deep breath, bowed respectfully to the king, and said, "It is an honour to be in your presence, my king. I am Herben, a companion of Atlas."
With the formalities observed, Herben took his seat. He was positioned next to Atlas, who was seated on the king's left. To the king's right sat the queen and their twins. Atlas, amused by Herben's earlier show of respect and introduction, looked at him, smiled, winked, and whispered, "Nice one, Herben."
The atmosphere in the dining hall was a mix of curiosity and confusion. The guests and nobles alike were engaged in various discussions, whispering to one another about the presence of these two strangers seated next to the king. The main question on everyone's minds was, "Who are these individuals, and why are they here?"
Amid the chatter, a mage announced that there would be a speech before dinner, and the king, standing up with authority, addressed the assembly.
"As you can all see tonight, we have two extraordinary guests among us, and while most of you may not be familiar with them, some may recall their significance. As those who fathers were alive during the end of the last era, at the conclusion of a dreadful war that marked the birth of a new Kajban, may remember. I was just a child at the time, and I have vivid memories of witnessing towers collapsing upon our people. Our mothers and fathers were torn apart by the creatures of evil. Kajban had seemingly nothing left that day. The gates were breached, and malevolent forces poured into the city. We all fled for our lives as our brave soldiers made the ultimate sacrifice for the sake of the people. They fought valiantly, giving everything in the hope that their sacrifices would save someone. The enemies swarmed into Kajban, from the walls to the rooftops, and it appeared that we had no chance of survival."
The king paused and took a deep breath before continuing, "And yet, here we stand, and here I stand."
The room fell into a hushed silence, the guests hanging on the king's words, eager to hear more about the strangers who had made such a dramatic entrance into their lives.
The king's revelation sent shockwaves through the room. As the truth was unveiled, there was a mixture of awe, reverence, and astonishment among the guests. Herben couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation and the importance of the man he had been traveling with.
The king continued, For it was this man who saved Kajban on that fateful day. His mastery of arcane arts reaches a level you've never witnessed before. Atlas, the savior of kings, the King of Kings. As he bowed and kneeled towards Atlas, so did his family and the mages. Panic spread among the people, and they, too, started to kneel. Herben was in shock and uncertain whether he should bow as well. He remained silent but couldn't believe he was traveling with someone of such stature.
The king continued, "It is for you that my life was spared that day, and we are forever grateful. This kingdom will serve you as you wish." He stood up, and everyone followed suit. All were shocked, not knowing how to feel. The room fell silent, and Atlas responded, "Thank you, King. I don't wish for your throne, and what you have done so far has far exceeded my expectations. I don't have a speech to give and dislike having all the attention to myself, but I will introduce my companion to everyone." Atlas then looked at Herben, tapped him on the shoulder, and said, "Your turn."
Taken aback by how easily Atlas shifted the attention to him, Herben stood there for a few seconds. With a shaky voice, he said, "Uh, thank you, thank you all for having us," Herben stammered, feeling a bit like a deer caught in headlights. He glanced at Atlas, who was grinning beside him, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
"Let's eat!" Herben added with an awkward enthusiasm, attempting to shift the focus away from himself. The tension in the room dissipated into laughter, and the guests began to resume their conversations, their curiosity satisfied, for the moment.
The jovial atmosphere of the grand hall continued as the king, amused by Herben's nervousness, chuckled heartily. "Indeed, let us feast and revel in the company of our honoured guests!" The resumption of the music added a lively rhythm to the air, and soon enough, the room was filled with the clinking of cutlery, laughter, and animated chatter.
Amidst the ongoing feast, with the air filled with the clinking of cutlery and joyous conversations, an unexpected interruption sliced through the festive atmosphere. A commanding voice emanated from the end of the table, cutting through the various discussions that had branched out from the main topic of Atlas and delving into the war and related matters.
"Apologies for my intrusion, but how has the king verified that this is the man from that fateful day? Is there any evidence His Majesty can share with the rest of us? The TABLE?" The sharpness in the voice belonged to Zeldar, whose scepticism hung in the air like an unwelcome guest.
The king, unmoved by the scepticism, addressed Zeldar's doubt head-on. "Yes, Zeldar. Since you question my judgment, I shall explain. Are there any others at this table who doubt my choices?"
A hushed silence fell over the gathering. Whispers, barely audible, conveyed sentiments of disagreement and reluctance to challenge the king openly. The tension lingered, leaving an undercurrent of uncertainty beneath the seemingly harmonious feast.
The king then signalled for an attendant to bring a particular mechanism. As the servant placed a small, ancient-looking relic on the table, the king began his explanation.
"With in this," he declared, "is a fragment of a crystal imbued with powerful arcane. It was found among the rubble of that momentous day, the day when Atlas and many other saved Kajban. Mages of our highest order have confirmed its authenticity and the residual arcane signature that only responds the unique aura of surrounding this man."
Zeldar, though still not entirely convinced, glanced at the artifact with a hint of acknowledgment. The rest of the table observed in a mix of curiosity and respect for the king's decisiveness.
The king continued, "Furthermore, those whose fathers were present during that time can attest to the unparalleled brilliance and power displayed by Atlas. His artistry in that dire hour was etched into our memories, the beacon of hope amidst the darkness."
Zeldar, now with a more contemplative expression, nodded. The artifact, combined with the king's words, seemed to sway the opinion at the table. The guests started to discuss among themselves, recalling the events of that day foretold by their fathers and sharing their individual perspectives.
As the discussions continued, Atlas, who had been quietly enjoying his meal, finally spoke up with a calm demeanour, "Proofs are for the sceptics, and I have no interest in convincing anyone. I am here to fulfill a promise and seek no answers."
The atmosphere, tense for a moment, eased. The guests returned to their meals, though the topic had shifted to various aspects of arcane arts and the tales of the old world. The remainder of the dinner carried on with lively discussions, fuelled by both scepticism and admiration for the mysterious figure in their midst.
The king's words had a profound impact on the atmosphere. The mention of the Novem Queen stirred whispers of awe and reverence among the guests. The queen was a legendary figure, an epitome of arcane mastery and wisdom. The mere connection to her elevated Atlas's status to an almost divine level in the eyes of those present.
The king continued, his voice resonating with authority, "The walls of this mountain, adorned with gems of unparalleled purity, respond and is attracted only to those of extraordinary connection with the arcane. Novem Queen was one such soul. And today, we stand witness to another, our honored guest, Atlas."
As the king spoke, Atlas remained composed, though there was a glimmer of acknowledgment in his eyes. The guests, now absorbing this revelation, exchanged glances filled with a mix of astonishment and reverence.
The king's gaze shifted toward Zeldar, who, having listened to the explanation, appeared to be processing the information. The king, addressing the general atmosphere, proclaimed, "Let it be known that the gems themselves bear witness to the arrival of Atlas. Such connections are beyond fabrication or deception."
Zeldar, seemingly satisfied with the response, nodded in agreement. The discussion at the table evolved, now encompassing not only the events of the past but also the intricate workings of the arcane bonds that tied individuals to the very fabric of the mountain.
As the night progressed, the air in the grand hall buzzed with the exchange of knowledge and the melding of past and present. The Novem Queen's name lingered in the conversations, interwoven with the enigma of Atlas, creating an atmosphere of mystique and anticipation for the revelations yet to unfold.
The applause echoed through the grand hall, a symphony of approval for the extraordinary presence of Atlas. The acknowledgment from the guests carried a mixture of awe and wonder, their initial scepticism replaced by a shared realization of witnessing something beyond the ordinary.
Zeldar, though unconvinced, found herself restrained by her father's disapproving gaze. The desire to challenge the narrative was quelled, and she reluctantly resumed her seat. The queen, perceptive as ever, inquired about Zeldar's unease. Before Zeldar could respond, her father, displaying a demeanour of humility, rose from his seat and addressed the queen with an apologetic tone.
"Forgive her, My Queen. She meant no disrespect. I shall ensure she faces appropriate consequences for disrupting the dinner."
The queen, ever gracious, acknowledged the apology with a gentle nod and a slight smile. The atmosphere regained its composure, and the festivities resumed. The night unfolded smoothly, with the guests engrossed in conversations that ranged from the arcane to the tales of old, all while savouring the lavish banquet set before them.
As the night progressed, the grand hall remained alive with the warmth of camaraderie and shared experiences.
Now in his chamber again, Herben was shrouded in darkness, the only illumination was coming from sliver gems that had root grew in his ceiling. Atlas laid in bed, surrounded by the stillness of the night. His mind, however, was far from quiet. The events of the day had stirred a whirlwind of thoughts, and he found himself contemplating the nature of his companion, Herben.
As he laid there, Herben couldn't help but wonder about Atlas's true identity. The mention of being a companion to Atlas and the references to a queen and a past monarchy left lingering questions in his mind. Was Atlas a king in his own right, perhaps bearing a title that matched the grandeur of his mysterious past?
Herben also pondered the notion of his age. The references to events from eras long past, combined with the inexplicable vitality of Atlas, fuelled his curiosity. How old is he truly? Was there a timeless quality to his existence, or had he discovered a means to defy the relentless march of time?
The night persisted in its silence, broken only by the distant sounds of the sleeping city. Atlas, lost in his thoughts, found sleep elusive. The room held an air of mystique, mirroring the enigma that surrounded both him and Atlas. As the night wore on, Herben remained awake, wrestling with the riddles that intertwined their fates.
The following morning, during breakfast, the king initiated a conversation about Atlas and Herben's presence. Querying their journey.
Atlas paused for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully. "Fate has its own way of weaving stories. Herben's path and mine crossed, and it felt right to guide him beyond the confines of his village."
The king, intrigued, nodded understandingly. "Fate, you say? It seems you have a habit of intertwining destiny with your travels. But tell me, what brings you back to Kajban after all this time? Is there a specific reason, or is it merely a wanderer's whim?"
Atlas, finishing a bite, looked thoughtful. "Kajban has a unique essence, one that calls to those attuned to it. I sensed a subtle beckoning, and here we are. The threads of fate are intricate, and sometimes, even the wanderer finds himself retracing steps for reasons not immediately apparent."
The king, genuinely intrigued, responded, "Ah, that's commendable. But there are many children in similar situations. Why is Herben the fortunate one to accompany you on this journey?"
Atlas, his gaze shifting briefly to the floor before meeting Herben's eyes, took a deep breath and replied, "Well, you see, his parents are no longer with us. He was just an infant when they passed away."
A wave of sympathy washed over the king and his family, expressions softening. Herben, although aware of the sentiment, pretended not to hear, masking his sadness. He knew Atlas harboured many secrets, not just about himself but also about Herben's own past, hidden even from the king.
Herben, who had been quietly listening, couldn't help but feel a mix of wonder and confusion. The talk of fate and destiny was beyond his usual understanding, but he trusted Atlas and the journey they were on.
The king, perceptive as ever, smiled and said, "Well, fate or not, Kajban welcomes you both. I have a proposal, Sir Atlas. How about you and Herben stay in Kajban for a while? Share your tales, teach our people, and in return, let this city offer you the hospitality it owes."
Atlas considered the offer, looking at Herben as if silently seeking his opinion. The prospect of a prolonged stay in Kajban raised new questions and uncertainties in both their minds.
Atlas nodded appreciatively. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. Exploring the city and learning more about its progress would be beneficial for Herben, and it will give us an opportunity to understand the changes that have unfolded since my last visit."
The queen, who had been observing silently, spoke warmly, "It's delightful to have young ones bring life to our home. I'm sure Herben and our children will get along splendidly. Kajban holds many wonders, and I hope their time together will be filled with joy and discovery."
The twins, sitting at the table, exchanged excited glances. The prospect of new companionship and adventures seemed to brighten their spirits.
The king continued, "Indeed, let tomorrow be a day of exploration and camaraderie. Meanwhile, feel free to rest and make yourselves comfortable. Should you need anything, our servants are at your disposal."
As the conversation shifted to lighter topics, plans for the city tour began to take shape. Herben, though still processing the revelation about Atlas's parents, looked forward to the upcoming adventure in the city of Kajban.
As they descended the castle stairs and made their way into the city, Herben's initial struggle with controlling his art became apparent. Atlas observed him closely, his sharp eyes catching the subtle signs of Herben wrestling with the unseen forces around him.
The city's complex tapestry of Erenia, surrounded Herben like a vibrant aura. It was the lifeblood of Kajban, and for someone new to this environment, it could be overwhelming. Atlas, however, refrained from intervening. He believed in Herben's ability to adapt and learn. The journey to understanding one's art was a personal one, and interference could hinder rather than help.
As they reached the bustling streets, Herben gradually gained control over what he would allow to be visible to him. It was a indication to his innate abilities and the adaptability that Atlas had sensed in him. Step by step, Herben learned to channel his focus, shielding himself from the constant stream of Erenia that surrounded him.
Atlas, ever the silent guide, nodded approvingly as he noticed Herben's progress. The city's lively atmosphere engulfed Herben as they navigated through the crowded markets. The vibrant colors, diverse products, and enticing aromas added to the sensory overload. Herben's eyes sparkled with curiosity, absorbing the sights and sounds of the bustling city life.
As they strolled through the local markets, Atlas decided to explore a cloth merchant known for his collection from Tharkha. The intricately crafted garments displayed a blend of Dwarven craftsmanship and artistic expression. Atlas, with his usual calm demeanor, engaged in a conversation with the merchant, making selections that caught his discerning eye.
To Herben's surprise, Atlas purchased multiple garments for him, each a testament to the rich cultural diversity of the world beyond his village. The fine fabrics and detailed designs from Tharkha were unlike anything Herben had seen before. He graciously accepted the gifts, grateful for Atlas's generosity and thoughtfulness.
Their journey through the markets continued, with Atlas indulging Herben in the delights of street food. The array of flavors and textures was a sensory delight, and Herben found himself savoring the diverse tastes of Kajban. Atlas, seemingly familiar with the best vendors, ensured that Herben experienced the culinary delights of the city.
Unbeknownst to Herben, Atlas's actions spoke of a silent camaraderie—a mentor guiding a companion through the intricate tapestry of city life. The simplicity of Herben's preferences didn't deter Atlas; instead, it fuelled his determination to offer a broader perspective.
Although Herben remained unaware, Atlas discreetly purchased clothing designed to enhance his art. In addition to garments, he acquired rings and other useful items without Herben's knowledge. While their shopping expedition appeared routine, Atlas was secretly on a mission—he sought a merchant offering garments from Verlank Vermedna. The responses he received were a mix of yes and no until they stumbled upon a merchant who seemed to hold a different answer. They continued their exploration, moving from one merchant to another, making various purchases along the way.
As they delved deeper into the bustling marketplace, Atlas and Herben encountered a peculiar-looking stall nestled in a secluded corner. The merchant, adorned with exotic patterns on his robe, looked up as they approached. Atlas, inquiring about Verlank Vermedna's finest fabrics, met the merchant's eyes.
It began with a routine exchange, Atlas inquiring about clothing, until he subtly asked the merchant if they had garments from Verlank. There was a brief pause as both Atlas and the merchant waited, the unspoken tension lingering. Then, in a hushed tone, Atlas mentioned Vermedna. The merchant's eyes flickered with recognition, and he responded, "What is it that you need?"
Atlas replied cryptically, delivering a coded message, and the merchant, catching on, directed him to a rug shop. "For the finest tea at this moment, head there and request a black tea with rosa," the merchant advised.
Curiosity sparked in Atlas's eyes, and with a nod, he and Herben continued their exploration of the city. Following the merchant's directions, they found themselves in front of an ornate rug shop with a delicate aroma wafting through the air. Intrigued, they stepped inside.
Mesmerized by the intricate designs of the rugs, he requested some tea, feeling the weariness from their city exploration. The merchant welcomed him warmly and inquired if black tea with rose water was to his liking. Atlas nodded in agreement.
As the tea was being prepared, the merchant discreetly closed the shop doors, creating an atmosphere of privacy. Once the tea was ready, Atlas savored the soothing aroma and warmth. Seizing the moment, he engaged the merchant in conversation, handing over a few gold coins as he did.
Atlas asked if the shop carried items from Monnesvar, specifically those brought within the last decade. The merchant retrieved two letters and a modest assortment of items. Additionally, Atlas requested to send a message to Monnesvar, a succinct note stating, "As one falls, another appears." The merchant nodded in understanding, ready to assist.