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"Now let's eat!"
They shared a meal. It was just what Tosen needed.

The meal was finished. Shal'tash looked over to Tosen. "So where are you headed? I can point you in the right direction."
"Riltash, I have a delivery that I'm incredibly late for by now."
Shal'tash chuckled and pointed towards the statue. "The statue points towards Riltash. Just go straight north and you'll get there in 20 minutes."
Tosen looked incredulous. "I was really that close?"
"Yeah, though it looked like you needed to get lost. It can be good for you."
He didn't understand what they meant by that, but he didn't think he needed to.

Shal'tash walked with Tosen to the north side of the oasis. Tosen looked towards his saviour and was suddenly overcome with emotion. "Thank you so much. You saved me."
"You are welcome. I saved you because I was in a situation worse than yours when I found this oasis. I don't want anyone to experience the pain that I have felt, so I saved you before it could get that bad."
"What can I do to repay you?"
"You don't need to do anything right now. Just save someone else when you can. If you want, come back here and give me a visit. It'd be fun to catch up, Tosen."
"Thanks again! I'll be back!"

Tosen walked off towards his payday. He looked back every so often and the oasis became more distant and then faded completely from sight into the rest of the sands. He was alone again, but not in spirit.
He never noticed that they knew his name without him telling them his name.

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Tosen was confused but nodded and tried to comply. After a moment Shal'tash piped in: "no, don't think about where the pan is relative to your hand. Think about where the pan is relative to the pan. You're so close. I know you can do it."
Tosen nodded and started over. The circle started to be inscribed below the pan and Shal'tash's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Toor sha!"
The burner was lit. The fire was continuously burning and Tosen didn't feel the sting of a continuous cast. "Perfect. See how easy this is? Spend the mana on the fireball, then use it for the weaker spell. No need to waste any."
Tosen was astounded. It normally took him ages to learn magical skills, but here he was on the second try with this person and their vague instruction and he did two things he thought was impossible. It was like magic was all new all over again. *Can I use this to make a bunch of fireballs when casting a firestorm? How far does this go?*
"Be careful with this, you could really hurt someone if you do displacement foolishly. They must have stopped teaching it for a reason." Shal'tash finished the stack of pancakes and put the plate in the middle of the table.

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His stuff was near the table and he was grateful for his host's gratuity.
Shal'tash was making pancakes. The batter was being poured into a metal pan in little groups. Tosen noticed that the stove seemed to be powered by its own magic circle, a non-organic magic emitter was being used to create the fire needed for cooking. It was a weak burner, but it was enough for Shal'tash to cook with.
Tosen was befuddled. He had never seen such a thing in action. He got up and looked at it closely. Shal'tash looked back and smiled, "Never seen a stove burner before?"
"Not like that no, it looks like it's casting a weak fire spell, but constantly."
"This is a lot more efficient than the coal burning stoves you have. This lets you use the energy equivalent of a fireball to get a half hour of cooking heat, or an hour or two of torchlight. I'm surprised you didn't know about this."
Tosen looked confused. "You mean you can use the square level spell to supercharge the triangle level spell? No, they never taught us this. But how is the burner even working?"
Shal'tash laughed. "It's nothing special. I just rooted the circle under the pan instead of on my hand. Here, you try it." They flicked their wrist and banished the magic circle. "Now cast a fireball but focus on the pan instead of your hand, let it simmer a bit, and then kick off the create fire spell."

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Tosen didn't have enough energy to argue with the stranger's offer of hospitality and followed them into their house. They guided Tosen to the guest room and sat on one of the chairs. Tosen collapsed on the most comfortable bed he had ever felt in his life. All he could get out was a weak "thank....youuuu" before his lost sleep caught up and he was out like a light. The figure pulled a blanket over him and closed the shades to make the room nice and dark.

Tosen was asleep until the late afternoon. The figure had moved his stuff inside, done his laundry, mended a hole in the pack and was lounging in a chair for a nap of their own.
Tosen woke up, stretched out and yawned loudly. He looked up at the ceiling and realized how unfamiliar it was. That angel in his dream was real. Had he actually walked through the night? The figure knocked at the door. "Hey, come and have a meal. You must be starving." He was. Tosen stood up and opened the door. The figure was wearing a white robe and a golden necklace. They looked like the archetypal vision of Chee beauty. Tosen noted that he was unable to refer to that figure with any pronoun but "they". *That's weird...*
The figure started to speak: "I am Shal'tash. I saw you hurting and I decided to intervene and help you. Come, I have some food almost ready." Shal'tash started to walk towards the kitchen and Tosen followed. He made his way to a rather ordinary looking wooden table and took a seat.

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He put his pack down, took off his shoes and tested the water with a paw. It was cool to the touch, about 10 degrees celsius. It was the real deal. It was water. He took off his robe, folded it haphazardly next to his pack and grabbed his hydroflask. He opened it and shoved it under so it could be filled. Once he was satisfied that it was full, he bent over and started to lap up the water greedily.

A figure vaguely resembling the statue was watching from a nearby house. The figure chuckled to themselves. They decided they should intervene. They donned a white robe and walked out to the weary traveler.
Tosen was enamoured by the water. His exhaustion had finally caught up to him. He looked back at his pack and saw a figure walking towards him from some kind of house. He instantly jumped to alertness, but didn't feel the fear that generally came with being startled like that. The figure felt familiar yet alien somehow.
The figure looked at his pack and his visibly broken compass. They looked right into Tosen's eyes. "Rough day?"
Tosen stammered a few times and eventually managed to come up with a reply: "Y...yeah. I was caught in that sandstorm yesterday. I hid from it in a broken wagon."
The figure reached out a hand to him. "Come with me. You need a rest. I'll come back to take care of your things. I have a spare bed for travelers like you."

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He looked forward and saw something different. He saw what looked like the faint outline of Riltash's signal statue. His sadness was instantly transmuted to a mixture of relief and joy and his second wind started to hit. He trudged forward towards that statue. Towards his salvation. Towards his client. Towards his paycheck. Towards the next step to move out to Zhalram with his friends. Towards his future.
He kept up his pace and got closer. The statue looked wrong. Riltash has the visage of one of the water goddesses in the region. This looked different, almost like a Chee. He wasn't aware of any local Chee deities. He looked down and saw shimmers. It almost looked like a mirage, but then he remembered something. There were rumors of an oasis south of Riltash. *Could this be that? Could there be water?*
His second wind became a third and then a fourth wind. He got close enough to take a better look at everything and it was that oasis!
*Water!*

His walk became a sprint and the sand started to be diluted with grass. As he walked on the grass he suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of calm. It was as if all of the anger, all the vitriol, all the hatred towards the desert vanished in an instant. He paused for a moment but then continued on. The promise of fresh water was too great. He was so thirsty.

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He had to resist shouting out in anger again. *Okay, okay, calm down. You set off a massive signal fire. That should alert someone. I can't keep this spell circle up, I'll mind down and then I'll be in worse trouble.* He killed off the spell with a flick of the wrist and the darkness crept in. He was alone. I need to keep walking. So he started walking, not realizing that he changed direction after the incident with the thorns.

Left! Right! Left! Right! Left! Right! Each step felt angry and defiant. Tosen started to feel legitimate anger at the desert. It was normally his home, he grew up in the sands of Miau, but tonight it was his enemy. He defiantly marched towards where he thought Riltash was, but got no closer.
It was a very long night walking towards town. It was a desperate, angry march. He stopped a few times to take a bite of jerkey and swig it down with the bare minimum of water he could get away with. He thought it would be colder, but it turns out all that fur ended up going towards something.

The night continued and was broken by the inklings of a sunrise. Tosen looked up in dismay. He had walked all night and he was nowhere closer to his destination. An overwhelming feeling of sadness blanketed him and he broke down to start crying.

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The sunset continued and the colors gradually started to fade to the black night sky. Starts started to peek out without the sun to hide them. Tosen scanned over the constellations and found the North Star. From there he worked out that he was going to the southeast like he thought he was. He looked around and found a few miserable bushes to use for firewood, but they were in a sea of thorns. He had talents in fire magick, but he didn't trust using it with so many dry thorns nearby. *You know what, what's the worst that can happen? I get warm? It's going to be so cold soon, I need to do something.*
He held out his hand and mentally started to trace out the triangles like he learned from school. Each triangle stacked on top of each other and then built up into a viable casting circle glowing a brilliant orange in front of his hand. The area around him was illuminated from the magickal force, the thorns casting long evil shadows against cacti and other miserable little bushes.
"Toor sha!"
A weak puff of flame came out of his hand and tickled one of the thorny vines. There wasn't much of a response and it looked like the fire was going to go out so he cast a fireball in its place. The triangles shifted into squares and a baseball sized orb of energy started to form in his hand.
"Toor shaltel!"
The fireball formed around his fingers and he chucked it right into the pit of thorns. They were all set on fire simultaneously. After a brilliant blaze, the fire petered out into nothing as fast as it started. He looked over to see if the firewood was still there, his spell circle was still active as a flashlight but that kindling was nowhere to be seen. It was incinerated with everything else.

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