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Jan'ahrem (ancient Shuriman, meaning 'guardian') blessed us with a light breeze and no sandstorms during our journey. We were able to make it to Nerimazeth without any troubles and an hour or so ahead of schedule. I put my hood up as advised by Zeelo before dismounting the skallashi. The hood provided some nice shade from the hot sun. But strangely, the weather was much cooler than I expected, especially for a late afternoon in the desert.
It seems that I wasn't the only one who noticed the weather. Although Nerimazeth is one of the closer cities to the west coast, it is still too far to be affected by the ocean and to have moderate weather. In fact, from what I've heard, this city was known to be extremely hot and dry even compared to other desert cities and towns of comparable distance from the oceans. Supposedly, even the nights here remain hot, which is very uncharacteristic of a dry desert.
"I wonder if that curse forgot to show up today." Ezreal says jokingly.
"Maybe. All the city folk seem to be quite excited."
The locals blamed the extreme heat on a centuries-old curse. But it's probably more folklore and speculation than actual fact. As we walked through the town, there were a lot of people out strolling around and greeting each other. There was a bunch of lively conversation and laughter. I wonder if the atmosphere is usually this joyful.
As we passed by the city square I could hear shouting from a crowd that had gathered there around a central stage.
"The Northern Saviour blesses us."
"The Great Empreal and Great Jan'ahrem are smiling upon us today."
"Oh may we hope to be blessed with a full day more of this wonderful weather."
"We beg thee Great Empreal, forgive us for our failure."
"Please Guardian, let your winds carry our prayers to the Empreal."
Hearing the pleas of the people sends an eerie shiver down my spine. "I thought the locals would have gotten used to the hot climate over time." I say, staring at the crowd.
A few people have begun dancing with long green and gold ribbons tied to sticks on the stage. Others fire white magical bolts that explode into the darkening sky. The audience roars with admiration at the performance.
"You would think so, but I think that's part of the curse as well." Ezreal replies standing next to me. The magical explosions light up the features of his face. The blue markings on his cheeks seem to faintly glow as well. Perhaps from the faint aura of arcane energy I can feel floating in the air.
"You don't really believe in that curse do you?" I ask him.
His eye brows furrow, his eyes are still directed at the centre stage in the distance. "I've seen my fair share of curses, this very well could be the work of one... a strong one."
"We should find a place to stay before it gets too dark."
Ezreal nods and looks at me. He playfully tugs my hood down further over my eyes, blocking my vision. He chuckles. "Let's go."
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"One room for two? We only have rooms with single beds... Oh, we have one left with a large bed and a view of the square. Is that alright?" The snake-like eyes of the hostel clerk glance between me and Ezreal. Thankfully she doesn't seem to care much about me covering most of my face.
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