Post by Grock on Jan 6, 2018 22:44:37 GMT -8
On a long winding path one might expect robbers and animals, but so far in such worries vanish and travels become safe. No longer is there a worry of getting lynched or eaten, but a simple worry of whether one berry tastes better than the next. With blue skies and millions of berries for pies, someone might have made them a home for life somewhere on this path absent of strife.
Any traveller who travelled this path knew it eventually lead to nowhere, but many travellers still go to it unknowing that it seemingly goes nowhere. Today was someone's lucky day because today an old hermit was wondering the path looking for something. The hermit spoke in ten languages at once, sounding absolutely crazy, but also very concerned. Should any traveller pass this hermit, be them good or evil, rich or poor, the hermit would speak to them in many tongues, "Help find my cat. I pay with magic rock."
Who is interested in helping an old hermit find his cat in exchange for an unknown magical rock?
Any traveller who travelled this path knew it eventually lead to nowhere, but many travellers still go to it unknowing that it seemingly goes nowhere. Today was someone's lucky day because today an old hermit was wondering the path looking for something. The hermit spoke in ten languages at once, sounding absolutely crazy, but also very concerned. Should any traveller pass this hermit, be them good or evil, rich or poor, the hermit would speak to them in many tongues, "Help find my cat. I pay with magic rock."
Who is interested in helping an old hermit find his cat in exchange for an unknown magical rock?
