The exiled Questioners did not journey far.
They made their camp just beyond the shadow of the monolithic Stones that marked the edge of the community, a small, defiant settlement of outcasts.
And it was there, in the quiet of their exile, that they began to practice a new kind of listening.
They listened not to words, but to the resonance of Kaelen’s silence, to the stories that were not being told, to the questions that were not being asked.