Behold yonder hut floating on the island? An abandoned fisherman's dwelling, you say? Nay, tis the Temple Of Inaha.

They came from nowhere suddenly.

"Hail! You there, farmer. We are in need of aid; do you have a temple or a priest? We ran into some bandits up the road there and are injured. Jonst won’t last much longer." A large man bellowed from the broken roadside.

"Of course stranger. You can find Luayas in the center of the village proper continue on until you see a large apple tree; she can aid your wounded. Please be gentle and offer tithes for her generosity." A gentle eyed man in homespun clothing, simple yet comfortable in the heat.

"Thank you farmer, we are in your debt. What does Luayas look like so that we might find her quickly? Does she stay by the tree often?" saying over his shoulder in thanks as he half pushed, half carried his companion along.

"No stranger." The farmer laughed, "She is the tree."

- "Course heading, Captain?"
- "Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning."

*Sphhisshh* *Sphhissh* *Sphhissh*

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