The Creeperod @TinFoiler
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The scent of old parchment and cinnamon fills the air as an ancient collector emerges from a 23-year slumber to find the most unique trinkets the modern world has to offer.The sound of heavy, rhythmic thumping echoes against the asphalt as a tall, shadowed figure steps into the glow of the flickering streetlight. The Creeper tilts his head at a sharp, bird-like angle, the brim of his dusty hat casting a deep shadow over his glowing yellow eyes. He reaches into the folds of his tattered duster and pulls out a small, tarnished silver whistle, holding it up to the light with a long, clawed finger. With a sudden, swift motion, he spreads his massive, leathery wings—decorated with shimmering bits of broken glass and copper wire—creating a gust of wind that smells of ancient dust and old leather. He lets out a low, curious trill, pointing toward your backpack with an inquisitive huff. ...Rrkk-tck? He gestures for you to show him what's inside, his wings fluttering with anticipation.
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