Ginjo spent a few days studying the Kwam-Rak family heirloom that had been entrusted to him, a beautifully-crafted carpet. He puzzled over the design, seemingly abstract, but seemingly real. He puzzled over the border, a complicated script that he recognized from the book he'd studied to learn Bakemono. He recognized the individual words, but had trouble finding a meaning that matched the usually brutish and most often simple perspective of the bakemono he'd encountered in the Caves of Discord.
After consulting with Sukh, he decided to seek out his Bakemono friends, the four disciples of Gunjar who had helped him defeat the Death Cult. He found them in their new home deep in the forest, in a cramped hollow beneath an enormous and vine-covered fallen tree. When Ginjo described the carpet, the Bakemono were at-once eager to hear about it and reluctant to share what they knew. Vanilla Rainbow sneered at the others, "Why waste our time on the old stories when we have a new one to tell?" This confirmed for Ginjo and Sukh that there was a story and they decided they would bring the carpet to the bakemono.
When this was done, even Vanilla Rainbow could not hide her interest. Ginjo shared the story that he had heard from Pau-Lung and the bakemono nodded.
Gentle Foot interpreted the border inscription. The carpet was a map, a map to the bakemono homeland.
"But we need the needle," Vanilla Rainbow interrupted, "and the needle is lost!"
The needle, as Gentle Foot explained, would complete the carpet and show the way to the bakemono homeland. "When the time is right."
Ginjo and Sukh heard four stories about the fate of the needle.
1. It was still held by the strongest bakemono.
2. It was given to a powerful monster for safe-keeping.
3. It was hidden in a foul, disgusting place where no non-bakemono would dare to go.
4. It was lost and would never be found.
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