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You find Zek and Nel by the side of the trail, enjoying the shade of an enormous forked tree. He is sifting through a pile of letters sticking out of Nel's saddlebag, but waves when he spots you approaching. You take the parcel out of your backpack and thrust it into Zek's hands. "Oh? Did you learn the address?" he says.

You recite what you've learned: a home in Golden Shore, by a cobbled path, with a drooping cherry tree out front. Zek's eyes widen. "You're joking. That's—but—that's my home."

Bewildered, you ask Zek if he is sure. "Granted, I'm not there much—I tend to travel a lot, as you know. But there's no doubt in my mind, those are directions to my home."

You chuckle in disbelief. What are the odds Zek was trying to deliver a package that was meant for him all along?

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