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While Chief Kothis informs his somewhat reluctant and worried people that Therko will remain, you speak to the Painted Guardian himself. He listens carefully as you explain the importance of proper behavior to the River People.

Though you're obviously no expert on local etiquette, you work to impress upon Therko that the locals regard him as almost sacred, and he should always keep that in mind. He nods, and you relax. Therko has obviously studied etiquette and protocol under the Apostolic Mound and seems to be on his best behavior.

The chief's voice suddenly cuts across the bustle as he declares a feast. You see the pain and worry in his eyes, but the people shout with excitement and start to organize an elaborate meal. They, too, are eager to shake off their despair and throw themselves into the work.

The feast is ready by sunset. Controllers circulate, serving food as Control's higher intelligence reads and analyzes the blueprints you took from the Apostolic Mound. Sitting between Therko and the chief while Vecla occupies a basket on the table and eats fruit, you feel yourself starting to relax after the terrors of the journey. But then you spot Stralchus in the long shadows cast by the warriors lodge, speaking with some of the hunters in low tones.