Myrwyn

The afternoon sun hangs steadily over the marketplace. Its indifferent beams reach down upon the shops, turning once moist meats dry and tough, and great wheels of cheese into molded puddles. Even the sweet tea-cakes, fanned persistently throughout the worst of the heat, melt into sugary piles in the shade of the booths. Dragons line the dusty streets on all sides, calling out to passersby in hopes that their services and wares can be peddled before day's end.


You hurry your way through the marketplace, trying your best to dodge the incessant shopkeepers. You manage to side-step a man trying to shove a palette filled with expensive looking jewelry towards your face, and duck as quickly as you can onto a side street. You take a few steps before you realize, with a growing sense of dread, that it's a dead end. At the end of the passageway, you spot a small tent with a strange light pouring from the entrance. Despite your weariness, something about the warmth of the light beckons you. You step slowly towards the tent, and pull back the canvas flap of the doorway. Inside, a delicate looking woman with bright pink hair sits behind a counter cluttered with crystals, candles, and papers. A glassy looking ball, swirling with a pink aura that looks heavy enough to break through the aged wood table, sits directly in front of the woman.

"Welcome," the woman, says with a slight rasp to her voice. "My name is Myrwyn. Welcome to my shop. Allow me to explain what I do here?"

Almost without thinking, you take a seat on the rickety stool on the opposite side of the table from her. She smiles at you, and then continues.

"I can use my powers to see into your mind. I will know everyone that you know, and see all that you have seen. For a small fee, I can help you delve deeper into the knowledge of your friends, providing insight into their being. Care to try?"