The market served as the sole gateway to the oasis, a place through which all outsiders must pass. Surely, Morohi, if he was indeed rallying followers here, would have caught the overseer's attention.
"Honorable God, I have not seen this man," the overseer replied after inspecting the drawing carefully.
"Then fetch me the one who was in charge of registering newcomers seven days ago," Set commanded, calculating the timelines in his head.
"Yes, my lord," the overseer responded with a bow, hurrying off to comply.
Despite the presence of over thirty humans milling about, Eli's unease lingered. Sensing his disquiet, Set expanded his divine aura, methodically probing every corner of the oasis. His divine senses were sharp; no flicker of faith or whisper of allegiance escaped his scrutiny.