Zala couldn't stay there with no explanation. Her first client was stolen by that mysterious pilgrim. What had he done? She had too many questions. She couldn't accept to be there with no answers. She stopped her instructor and she clearly told her that she deserved an explanation. After a moment of esitation, she told her the pilgrim was somebody who gave a different choice from them, they only gave the people what they want, after all, but the choice of the pilgrim rarely gave them relief from the desert. She did want to give the people what they want, didn't she?

So Zala worked hard to become a merchant, and the pilgrim came by to steal some of her clients sometimes. No matter how many clients she satisfied she could only focus on the ones he stole away. So, one day she decided to go out and talk to him.

But when the moment came she looked back to the bazaar, and she noticed that from the outside it wasn't like she expected. It was odd, hazy like a mirage and the lost soul she'd just met was there, in the desert, without shadow. Dying from the hot temperature, without even their own shadow. Everything she had known before was a lie. She asked the man for an explanation, but he walked away, leaving her with the choice of leaving the desert or go back to the bazaar. Alone, under the scorching sun.