Mordecai walks around the festivities with nothing less than a look of stern disapproval plastered on his wrinkled face. He glowers as he watches people indulge in carnival games, gambling, and excessive alcohol. Not that it surprises him; the rabbi expected this kind of behavior and is accustomed to it - the price of living among gentiles in a city like Las Vegas. In an ideal world, Mordecai could isolate himself from such negative influences; surround himself only with those who keep the faith. But life has proven to be not so kind...
The rabbi looks back at Schlomo to make sure that his companion is navigating the crowd carefully and not barreling through those in its way. It had taken Mordecai some time to teach the golem how to act in public. Though the creature is veiled to look like a man and not stone, it is still a tool; albeit a miraculous, divinely inspired one. As a near-mindless extension of Adonai’s might, it needs to be commanded with the respect it deserves. Jewish legend is filled with examples of rabbis who had lost control of their golems, and the consequences of such irresponsibility are terrifying.
From a nearby tent, Mordecai catches a glimpse of a woman shouting and waving at him. He recognizes her clothing: it is Esther. Despite the strong Jewish name, she is an Awakened shiksa preoccupied with a certain ancient goddess of Mesopotamia. In principle, the rabbi finds many of her heathen practices offensive, but his sensibilities hadn’t stopped him from consulting with her in the past. She has a profound knowledge of Biblical era Mesopotamia and the Fertile Crescent, which has helped Mordecai on his research into potential missing fragments of the Zohar and other Qabbalistic writings. Years ago, it would’ve horrified him to consort with an Awakened pagan like her. Now, it is one of many compromises that the rabbi has made to survive.
Mordecai purses his lips and turns to approach Esther’s tent, with Schlomo in tow.
"Shalom."
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