The door opened without resistance.
The chamber beyond was exactly as King had left it, small, dense, every available surface claimed by artifacts arranged in a system that looked chaotic but probably wasn't.
Rakash still sat at the center of it, hunched over her worn map, one gnarled finger tracing a route across its surface. She didn't look up when King entered, typical NPC behaviour.
"You," she said. "You're not an Arcbearer, are you."
Same words. Same flat delivery. King had the medallion ready before she finished the sentence.
He produced it and held it toward her.
Rakash looked up. The hood shifted back from her weathered face in the same exact manner as it had before. She reached out and took it, and the artifact vanished into her cloak as smoothly as the first time.
