Welcome!
As you were making your way through The Tangled Wood, you couldn't help but notice the blue paper lanterns hanging from the monstrous brambles in something that looked like a path.
Curiosity peaked, you decide to trust your gut and see where this would lead you. To your immense surprise, you find yourself emerging from one of the upper ledges in the Shadowbinder's own hovel.
Panicked, you swerve your head back and forth, looking for the deity herself. Instead, a gravely voice called out to you from below.
"Ah~ Stranger! Over here!"
You peak over the crumbling ledge and see a skydancer waving you from the orchestra area... and it seems he's not the only one in this place either. Other dragons, perhaps merchants, are scattered throughout the forum with similar setups to what he has. Some are in deep conversation with seemingly other travelers, while others are in the midst of sealing a deal. All in all... it's not what you expected from the Shadowbinder's own home.
With one last wary glance, you hop on down and approach the dragon. You can't help but notice those same paper lanterns dotted around the place, but his area seems to have the most of them.
"Welcome stranger to the Obscured Crescent's Trade Market! I am Kyryn and I am pleased to see you made it here in one piece!"
You introduce yourself and then ask what there is to trade. The skydancer nods and then gestures across the forum with a wave of his blue claws.
"We trade only the finest items here and we expect only the finest items in return! Not to worry though stranger; none of the items have succumb to Our Mother's... eh... drool - thanks to a little magic!"
"Feel free to browse as long as you like stranger and do mind yourself, will you?"
He nods to the ground and you see a familiar rise from the muck. It blinks at you and then gives a tiny wave.
"You look like an honest one, stranger, but mistakes were made in the past and I've borrowed these little stranglers from our Mother... to 'keep the peace', if you will," Kyryn says, flashing you a wry grin from beneath his mask.
"Now... what 'er ya buying?"
As you were making your way through The Tangled Wood, you couldn't help but notice the blue paper lanterns hanging from the monstrous brambles in something that looked like a path.
Curiosity peaked, you decide to trust your gut and see where this would lead you. To your immense surprise, you find yourself emerging from one of the upper ledges in the Shadowbinder's own hovel.
Panicked, you swerve your head back and forth, looking for the deity herself. Instead, a gravely voice called out to you from below.
"Ah~ Stranger! Over here!"
You peak over the crumbling ledge and see a skydancer waving you from the orchestra area... and it seems he's not the only one in this place either. Other dragons, perhaps merchants, are scattered throughout the forum with similar setups to what he has. Some are in deep conversation with seemingly other travelers, while others are in the midst of sealing a deal. All in all... it's not what you expected from the Shadowbinder's own home.
With one last wary glance, you hop on down and approach the dragon. You can't help but notice those same paper lanterns dotted around the place, but his area seems to have the most of them.
"Welcome stranger to the Obscured Crescent's Trade Market! I am Kyryn and I am pleased to see you made it here in one piece!"
You introduce yourself and then ask what there is to trade. The skydancer nods and then gestures across the forum with a wave of his blue claws.
"We trade only the finest items here and we expect only the finest items in return! Not to worry though stranger; none of the items have succumb to Our Mother's... eh... drool - thanks to a little magic!"
"Feel free to browse as long as you like stranger and do mind yourself, will you?"
He nods to the ground and you see a familiar rise from the muck. It blinks at you and then gives a tiny wave.
"You look like an honest one, stranger, but mistakes were made in the past and I've borrowed these little stranglers from our Mother... to 'keep the peace', if you will," Kyryn says, flashing you a wry grin from beneath his mask.
"Now... what 'er ya buying?"