[Cam]

Kaphiri was currently returning to the village, on a trail he's treaded on over a thousand times. One arm was cradling a buckle of water for 'household' use, while the other caressed the dimlit hieroglyphics on the stone wall. The villages unfathomable humming grew louder; he was close. His head sways in fluid, concise movements in response to the enthralling noises of the forest pocket, causing his loose-fitting jewelry to make a subtle, yet cacophonous, symphony of metal sounds. Fifteen years have gone by without fallacy here in Disunin, and he doesn't intend to disembark soon.

That is, until there is no more knowledge to be sought here.