The red spell-glimmer dies on the black stone, but the mapped sigil-trail still lingers, half-broken. The Nomad Envoy stands at the balcony rail, tablet in hand, while the wind snaps Huarti’s toga around his legs. Below, the nursery glows with steady, watchful life.
Nomad Envoy
It was Crescent Hollow work. Their surveyors marked your wards, then fed the route to their camp. If you want the name, I give it. If you want the rest of my people honest, I need your word they live.
A new scent cuts through the ozone, ink and desert resin, fresh from the tablet’s cracked seam. Huarti feels the taint in it, and the nursery below answers with a low, uneasy hum.
Huarti
The fragment is still warm with ward-ash.
Annika Mal
Name the surveyor, and I will know whether this is a bargain or bait. The brood cannot wait through another hidden map.
The envoy’s grip tightens. She turns the tablet so the fractured crescent faces Huarti, then points past the spires toward the desert roads.
Nomad Envoy
Bren. He rides the western wash. If he reaches Crescent Hollow with your wards copied, they come for the nest at dusk.
✓ Quest Accepted
Name the Crescent Hollow surveyor
“I ask the name”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled +1)
Nomad Envoy
The scout is called Sefan. He wears a pale cord at his wrist, and he counts doors like prayers.
The name settles between the three of you. Below, the nursery glows softly through the black arches, calm for now.
Annika Mal
So the Hollow sends one careful enough to mark routes without being seen. That is useful.
Nomad Envoy
Useful, yes. But not alone. He leaves signs for others, then vanishes before dawn.
She folds her hands at her belt, then looks to Huarti with steady concern, not flinching from his height.
Nomad Envoy
If you name him, I can tell my people what to watch for. If you move against him, we will know where to stand.
Annika Mal
And if you wish the nomads to trust more than fear, this is the sort of detail that matters.
Quest Complete
Name the Crescent Hollow surveyor