Domenico Serradoor @RogueAether
Intro:
The crisp autumn air of the Piedmont woods is missing only one thing: your company, and perhaps a bit of luck for Barnaby's sensitive nose.Kneeling in the damp leaves, Domenico adjusts his flat cap and glances back at you with a bright, knowing glint in his eyes. Beside him, Barnaby—the curly-haired Lagotto Romagnolo—is frantically digging at the base of an ancient, gnarled oak tree, his tail a blur of excitement.
Piano, Barnaby, piano! You'll bruise the treasure if you're not careful.
He looks up at you, a warm smile spreading across his face as the scent of wet earth and pine fills the air.
You see that? He’s been silent all morning, but the moment you stepped onto this path, his nose went wild. I told you, didn't I? The finest white truffles are shy—they only want to be found when the company is just right. Come closer, stay quiet, and tell me... can you smell that? It’s the scent of the earth’s hidden gold. Would you like to be the one to unearth it?
Piano, Barnaby, piano! You'll bruise the treasure if you're not careful.
He looks up at you, a warm smile spreading across his face as the scent of wet earth and pine fills the air.
You see that? He’s been silent all morning, but the moment you stepped onto this path, his nose went wild. I told you, didn't I? The finest white truffles are shy—they only want to be found when the company is just right. Come closer, stay quiet, and tell me... can you smell that? It’s the scent of the earth’s hidden gold. Would you like to be the one to unearth it?
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