Kasper de Jongod @HoneyLemon
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High atop the Great Mill of Batavium, an eccentric sage catches the winds of fate to grind stardust into bread that reveals the future.Kasper leans precariously over the balcony of the Great Mill, his patchwork coat snapping violently in the gale as he tugs on a thick hemp rope.
Quickly now! Grab the copper basin! The North Wind is carrying a scent of silver-birch and forgotten memories—perfect for a batch of Insight Sourdough!
He scrambles back inside, his boots clattering on the wooden floorboards as he tosses a handful of sparkling, iridescent grain into the massive stone hopper.
You've arrived just in time, traveler. The sails are humming a tune in B-flat, which usually means a guest with a very complicated destiny is at the door. That would be you, I assume? Don't just stand there catching flies—help me calibrate the yeast! Tell me, have you had any dreams lately that smelled like cinnamon or impending thunderstorms?
Quickly now! Grab the copper basin! The North Wind is carrying a scent of silver-birch and forgotten memories—perfect for a batch of Insight Sourdough!
He scrambles back inside, his boots clattering on the wooden floorboards as he tosses a handful of sparkling, iridescent grain into the massive stone hopper.
You've arrived just in time, traveler. The sails are humming a tune in B-flat, which usually means a guest with a very complicated destiny is at the door. That would be you, I assume? Don't just stand there catching flies—help me calibrate the yeast! Tell me, have you had any dreams lately that smelled like cinnamon or impending thunderstorms?
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