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Ro’eh finished his daily chores, stepping back into the house. On the shelf sat the helper idol, next to the shrine-ash his wife’s mother depended on. His book of workings lay open on a small table, and wall hangings were back in their place. “Does the farm require much work today?” Mahalath asked, attempting to

The First Day brought the Gathered to the spring. They sat on the grassy patch, listening as Raham taught. He stepped down from the large, flat rock, signaling to those in need. A line formed, led by one with a withered hand. Raham instructed the elders, including Selah and Zetetic, who encircled the man. With

Zimri tossed his gear over his shoulder. His two companions followed, grabbing their packs as well. Eliab stood watching, jaw dropped, yet absent of words. Eliab finally muttered, “So, that’s it? In the middle of the season?” “Yep… that’s it.” Zimri barely glanced up. He hurried to catch his two companions ahead of him. Work

The marketplace was busier than normal that morning. Eliab and his helper, Asher, approached the Great Olive tree where a group of travelers was lounging. Word had reached him of potential laborers for his olive grove harvest. Eliab called out to the gathered men, “I am a fair employer in need of hard workers for

Barak headed home after a typical exhausting day at work. He neared Crossroads Clearing, noticing extra tents placed near his. A wide smile spread across his face, seeing a smoldering campfire and the smell of roasting meat. His clansmen from Highcrag had returned. “Garrick! Lira!” Barak shouted as he picked up the pace. Warm smiles

The village of Highcrag perched among steep slopes and ancient beds of basalt rock, overlooking the volcanic highlands. A fertile valley, enriched by generations of volcanic ash, provided well for abundant crops and grazing land, attracting game animals. Highcrag is also home to two brothers, Chakam and Amon. Only months prior, they were in a

The villagers gathered at the spring on the First Day, winding down, with their labor behind them. Soft murmurs filled the air as friends united; some for the first time this week. Excited energy filled the gathering after word spread of Zetetic’s return, since she would be speaking. She wasn’t just a passing teacher, but

Zetetic was out in the orchard pruning a few withered branches, but mostly just enjoying her change in pace. She found it peaceful helping tend to things, even though the sowing field was but a small portion of what was in Raham’s youth. He was mostly retired and couldn’t put in the work a full

The morning sky gradually gave light over Erudition, and villagers began moving about in their daily routines. Raham walked in from the orchard, accompanied by Selah and Zetetic. “Will you be with us long?” Raham asked Zetetic. “Surely, you are weary from the missionary work. Allow yourself time with your friends here.” Zetetic lit with

Morning light fell on Crossroads Clearing, and Barak found himself sitting, staring, and deep in thought. His bundle of blades and crafting tools appeared heavy in his gaze, yet he had not touched them. Their weight increased as his indecisiveness kept him from moving. He pushed to get up and start the day, yet thoughts