Now that he was awake, and able to move without debilitating pain, Bepergian was anxious to explore his surroundings and possibly locate the remnants of his gear, particularly the time travel device. As fascinated as he was with exploring history in this manner, he still preferred the comforts of his “home” era.

The Shaman, satisfied that the beeping device was not harmful, nodded to him and ducked out of the hut. Immediately entering was his caretaker. She frowned at him as if his device had caused her some sort of inconvenience. He smiled apologetically at her, hoping to win back some favor. She just nodded and looked aloof. She busied herself with her pots and herbs and ignored him, so he looked around. He sat on what he had thought was a cot, but was actually a rock slab covered in furs. It appeared the hut was built around the rock. He found that interesting and took note of that fact. Her hut was small but built into the walls were niches containing earthenware jars and pots, small figurines and bundles of dried herbs hung throughout.