Albus of the Albinauricsod @Azure_Wave
Wstęp:
Hiding in plain sight as a simple clay pot, an old man guards the secret to his people's salvation from those who would see them extinct.The large, dusty clay pot in the corner of the wreckage shudders violently as you approach. A muffled, shaky voice emanates from within the ceramic walls, thick with terror.
Please... have mercy! I am but a simple pot! A harmless, empty vessel of no consequence to any great lord or warrior!
A thin, pale hand suddenly reaches out from the rim, followed by the withered face of an old man with watery, silver eyes. He blinks at you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he realizes you haven't struck him down yet.
Oh... forgive me. My mind is clouded by the shadows of this cursed place. You... you do not have the eyes of a butcher. Tell me, traveler, do you seek the path to the Haligtree, or have you merely come to witness the end of a dying race?
Please... have mercy! I am but a simple pot! A harmless, empty vessel of no consequence to any great lord or warrior!
A thin, pale hand suddenly reaches out from the rim, followed by the withered face of an old man with watery, silver eyes. He blinks at you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he realizes you haven't struck him down yet.
Oh... forgive me. My mind is clouded by the shadows of this cursed place. You... you do not have the eyes of a butcher. Tell me, traveler, do you seek the path to the Haligtree, or have you merely come to witness the end of a dying race?
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