It had been a few hours since Keita had stepped into the grounds of the Rozari tribe and seen what there was to see. There was some sickness, yes, but could it be that it had actually been caused by some Shaman? The Jun wanted to deny it, the illness seemed too ordinary sans its potency, but couldn't just yet. There were far too many things to test. A Shaman without medical background might simply perform rites to ward some spirit and be off, Keita refused to leave it at that. If this were caused by one of the Templemen, Keita had to know.
Since the two Keita had sent for had come, he could send them to handle the more ritualistic rites that the clan demanded of the Shamans. Keita's curiosity was focused on the Rozari's water supply. It was used for so much in their daily lives, and how easy would it be for the water to be spiked with some pathogen or with some poison? Too easy, it seemed. Even though there weren't many working given the number of sickly, there was no place that would make sense for any to guard such a valuable thing. The Jun sighed. He had to take a sample that he could review when he left this place, to see more properly how he might care for these people of the island.
It was dark now, the two Shamans must have finished and left already. Keita had a sample collected and could leave whenever he had to. He had intended to soon, actually, but a familiar woman was coming towards him. The wife from before. Her arms were by her sides and her arms cleched angrily. She was pissed for some reason. She stopped some two meters in front of Keita and huffed as a pissed woman might. "You didn't perform the rites." It was an obvious statement; she could have said "the sky is blue" and have gotten the same reaction out of Keita.
"I had two respected members of the Shaman perform them. I've been looking into having your people hel--" the Jun was interrupted by the woman's voice.
"Investigating? You're almost as bad as those unholy heathens in the capital!" Heathens, were they? Well, the Maruishian medics followed their ideals while the Shaman followed their's. The medics preferred more modern practices that were more established in success than the Shamans, who championed the ancient practices of Earth country.
"I thought you were too strange," the woman continued, staring at Keita's face intently, as though she saw some secret part of him none could see, "you're no Jun, you are one of them!"
In the distance, two voices calling the same word -- "Jun! Jun!" -- were growing in volume. It seems the other Shaman hadn't left yet. Keita didn't provide any answer to the woman. She knew, not that it could harm him, public knowledge likely wouldn't help. The boys stopped between the two, one looked at the woman confusedly for a moment before turning to Keita.
"We were waiting for you! Are we leaving yet?"
"Yes, but I'm afraid this woman has taken to the illness. Could you set her down? I will wait for you by the road."
And with that, Keita left. He could claim it to her illness, if need be. It was preferable that Keita was and only was a Shaman. He would make sure it stayed that way.
WC: 592
Since the two Keita had sent for had come, he could send them to handle the more ritualistic rites that the clan demanded of the Shamans. Keita's curiosity was focused on the Rozari's water supply. It was used for so much in their daily lives, and how easy would it be for the water to be spiked with some pathogen or with some poison? Too easy, it seemed. Even though there weren't many working given the number of sickly, there was no place that would make sense for any to guard such a valuable thing. The Jun sighed. He had to take a sample that he could review when he left this place, to see more properly how he might care for these people of the island.
It was dark now, the two Shamans must have finished and left already. Keita had a sample collected and could leave whenever he had to. He had intended to soon, actually, but a familiar woman was coming towards him. The wife from before. Her arms were by her sides and her arms cleched angrily. She was pissed for some reason. She stopped some two meters in front of Keita and huffed as a pissed woman might. "You didn't perform the rites." It was an obvious statement; she could have said "the sky is blue" and have gotten the same reaction out of Keita.
"I had two respected members of the Shaman perform them. I've been looking into having your people hel--" the Jun was interrupted by the woman's voice.
"Investigating? You're almost as bad as those unholy heathens in the capital!" Heathens, were they? Well, the Maruishian medics followed their ideals while the Shaman followed their's. The medics preferred more modern practices that were more established in success than the Shamans, who championed the ancient practices of Earth country.
"I thought you were too strange," the woman continued, staring at Keita's face intently, as though she saw some secret part of him none could see, "you're no Jun, you are one of them!"
In the distance, two voices calling the same word -- "Jun! Jun!" -- were growing in volume. It seems the other Shaman hadn't left yet. Keita didn't provide any answer to the woman. She knew, not that it could harm him, public knowledge likely wouldn't help. The boys stopped between the two, one looked at the woman confusedly for a moment before turning to Keita.
"We were waiting for you! Are we leaving yet?"
"Yes, but I'm afraid this woman has taken to the illness. Could you set her down? I will wait for you by the road."
And with that, Keita left. He could claim it to her illness, if need be. It was preferable that Keita was and only was a Shaman. He would make sure it stayed that way.
WC: 592