The oldest prayers to Xantor were palindromes and implicit riddles. His temples are constructed as mazes within labyrinths, and his symbol is a key or, less commonly, a door. Caravaners and sailors very often hold grave superstitions regarding doors, gates, windows and latches of all kinds, for fear of drawing Xantor’s attention to their voyage. It’s not uncommon for a vagabond peddler to refuse to set foot beyond the garden gate or to do business with the lady of the house upon her threshold, instead preferring to trade in the yard.

So the myths say, the roads are sacred ground and safe from Xantor’s lure to go astray. To stay on the road and risk bandits or wander afield to take a shortcut is simply not a choice for the gypies who say that is precisely the lure itself.

Although it cannot be denied that hunters and trappers return with bounty, they are shunned almost automatically — and all who depend upon them — because of the association attributed to them of dark promises made with Shaneshut and Xantor both. When adventurers go searching for wealth and fortune, they also immediately fall into this category… though somehow the priceless artifacts and gold they return to town with always seem to find their way into the marketplace. Merchants questioned on this observable fact merely shrug and say “I had to pass a threshold to get out of my house this morning.”


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