Arlo and Inara found themselves in a quandary, debating their next move with the villagers.
Inara proposed, "We could make our escape through the roof of this hut. If we take flight now, nobody will catch us if we run from here."
Arlo, however, was lost in thought. He had ventured into this dungeon in search of answers and was not ready to abandon his quest. Ignoring Inara's advice, he swung the door open.
As the door creaked open, the villagers immediately fell to their knees. Arlo urged them to rise and asked,
"What is it that you wish for us to do?"
"The prophet, Hail Manira, Hail Makira," the elderly elf cried out in a reverent tone, and the crowd echoed his words.
"Manira! Makira!" Arlo echoed, his brow furrowed in confusion, while Inara remained inside the hut, taking a moment to rest.
