The buried chamber glows softly, gold script resting in neat bands along the stone. Huarti stands over the smooth seal, its feather-mark bright above the second line of vowtext.
Nomad Envoy
That mark feels like a promise. Is it a sign of your mother, or of the path you mean to keep?
She does not step closer, only watches with careful respect, letting the quiet hold. The chamber answers with a warm pulse, as if listening with her.
Huarti
Huarti says the vow is anchored, and the mark is not for war. It is for keeping what has been named.
Nomad Envoy
Then it is a gentler law than I expected. The elders will want to know what sort of keeper you mean to be.
The gold light steadies around Huarti’s feet. Dust drifts in the warm air, and the old chamber feels less like a tomb now, more like a room made ready for counsel.
Nomad Envoy
If you wish, speak it plainly. I am listening.
✓ Quest Accepted
Keep what has been named
✓ Quest Accepted
Speak plainly to the nomad elders