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The woman knew all the bits of wisdom and parables about traveling the world. She knew that any destination could be reached by walking a myriad of pathways. She knew that the straightest route between two places was not always the most picturesque, safest, or quickest. She was always at war with her own thoughts and emotions, trying to decide if it was safest to stick to known ways or to branch out occasionally and explore the path less traveled.

Lately, however, the dark-haired lady in the shining mithral breastplate had been taking new routes, small side streets, and even dangerously dark alleys as she traveled the length and breadth of Arkania. The symbol emblazoned on the front of her glorious armor identified her as a priestess of the Golden Lady, goddess of wealth, merchants, and traders. As such, she should have stayed on the main roads to keep herself and the precious cargoes of her caravans safe from depredation. The fact that the woman often took back trails and side streets indicated that perhaps she was looking for somethingor someone.

Though she was master of the caravan, the armored lady often rode with her equally armed and armored guards, keeping them company and keeping their spirits high during the long months spent on the road. At times, though, she fell silent and was all business, and the guards knew well enough to leave her alone when she was in such a mood. Also, whenever the caravan entered a city or town, the priestess demanded to be left alone. The guards knew that she always cast a spell at the city limits and seemed to be magically sensing the surroundings as the caravan entered the settlement and sought out an inn or a trading partner.

It had been a long, hot, exhausting, and dangerous trek north across the Nyrobi Desert to the town of Letort. Thus, there were a few grumbles when the priestess began to circle the town and led the caravan in from the northwest instead of heading straight in from the south. Still, no one dared to make an issue of the womans decision. And no one dared speak with her, for the priestess was deep in thought, scanning the town with whatever divine spell her goddess had granted her to seek whatever it was she sought.

As the caravan crawled towards the heart of the desert town, the priestess suddenly gasped aloud and halted the great warhorse she rode, a beast the same glossy black color as its masters tresses. She concentrated a moment and was then sure: the object shed sought for nearly two years was here, somewhere before her, somewhere near the northern edge of Letort. The young woman spurred on her mount and trotted to the head of the caravan.

Drawing close to one of her guards, she whispered tersely, She is here, Aedan! Or at least shes been here since she fled our fathers home!

Wide, kindly blue eyes gazed back into hers from beneath the mans steel-rimmed helmet and through stray strands of poorly-parted black hair. Lila? Here?

Laurenthsa Dusk nodded sagely at her younger brother. By the power of the Golden Lady I have detected one of the possessions she carried when she ran awayher birthstone pendant. Well track it down and see if our prodigal sister still wears it or if someone else now possesses it.

Aedan Dusk nodded back eagerly. By the gods, I hope shes alive and well! I know she angered father mightily by running off like she did, butwell, I miss her an awful lot. Had the young man met his older sisters eyes just then he might have noticed that she didnt seem to wholly share his sentiments.

Laurenthsa led the caravan east and then northward, earning a few groans from her road-weary employees. As the mercantile procession passed one of the larger adobe homes in the neighborhood, the priestess cocked her head in that direction and told Aedan, There. Then she put her most trusted guard, Lars, in charge of finding an inn and securing the wagons and trade goods while she and her brother paid a visit to the inhabitants of the desert abode.