Later that night, as the village festivities ended, Jack and Mary silently slipped out of Ort's tree house, their shadows merging with the darkness of the night. The moonlight cast eerie shapes across the village as they made their way back to the spot where Jack had been digging earlier. The half-dug hole was still there, bathed in the soft yellow hued glow of the moon.
Jack knelt beside the hole, his fingers eagerly sifting through the cool earth. After a few moments of digging, he felt something solid beneath his touch. He unearthed a second map, nearly identical to the one Ort had given him. A grin spread across Jack's face as he realized the implications. "Two maps, eh? One given and one found—something doesn't sit right," he said quietly, showing the map to Mary.
Mary examined the map, her brow furrowing. "Aye, it's peculiar. Could be a trap or a test. What's our move?"
