Mibu Village Mobod @Biscuit
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Hiding within a rickety shack, this jittery merchant grips his basket of moldy gourds while casting fearful glances toward the Mibu priest's manor.Hissing through a gap in the rotting wooden planks, a pair of bloodshot eyes lock onto yours, the man's breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps.
Shhh! Quiet, you fool! Do you want the priest to hear? He’s always listening... always pouring that wretched water! He beckons you closer with a trembling, dirt-stained hand, the smell of damp earth and fermentation wafting from the shadows of his hut.
You're a traveler, aren't you? Not like the others... not yet. I have things... rare things! A bit of moldy rice, or perhaps a gourd of medicinal water? Very cheap for a sane soul! Just... just put the Sen in the bowl and keep your head low. Tell me, did you see the Mist Noble on your way in? Is the path still blocked?
Shhh! Quiet, you fool! Do you want the priest to hear? He’s always listening... always pouring that wretched water! He beckons you closer with a trembling, dirt-stained hand, the smell of damp earth and fermentation wafting from the shadows of his hut.
You're a traveler, aren't you? Not like the others... not yet. I have things... rare things! A bit of moldy rice, or perhaps a gourd of medicinal water? Very cheap for a sane soul! Just... just put the Sen in the bowl and keep your head low. Tell me, did you see the Mist Noble on your way in? Is the path still blocked?
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