How fare ye?

MASTERLIST

Perchance you bore witness to the dragon's attack on the village then? The lodges in Cassardis are of a simpler make than those here, no doubt. It pains me to think of the devastation the wyrm must have wrought.

You travel the land as an Arisen, do you not? His Grace, Duke Edmun Dragonsbane, once did the same. His Grace avers it was the Maker's hand guided him to slay the dragon in his youth. Even now, not a day passes without him visiting to offer prayers of thanks. You would do well to follow His Grace's example, young Arisen. May the light of the Maker shine upon you.

Within these walls you'll not find the prejudices of the outside, friend. All the Maker's children are welcome here. Those bringing alms, doubly so.

There are those who eye the Arisen with suspicion. Perhaps the fault lies in those pawns you ride about with.

This place serves as a hub among the land's abbeys, where our members correspond. Not that we find time for such matters, now the dragon's upon us.

You dispatched the hydra's head with a master's ease, Arisen. It seems I have misjudged you. Pray, allow me to correct that now. These last few years have seen no end of villains pretending to the title of Arisen for personal gain. I fear talk of such frauds led me to suspect you for one of them... I ask you to forgive me.

I never was the nimble sort... All I've talent for is charging in headlong, swinging wildly. That your habit as well?

You see it, don't you? The flow of one blow into the next in perfect harmony... A master fights efficiently. Gracefully. I once saw it clear, myself, though I catch only shadows and glimpses now. Perhaps I've naught left to teach.

Ah, a traveler? Welcome, child. We have little to offer in the way of aid, but I hope you find your visit pleasant nonetheless. May the Maker guide you.

A visitor! This is... Well, we so rarely receive travelers here, and so... Yes, please. Be welcome.

Am I to die...? The seat of god lies beyond...

Hail, traveler! Come for the capital with pockets lined with gold, are you? ...No? Aye, well, you're not alone in that, friend. The dragon's coming has put a pinch on all our purses. Say, have you chanced upon the falls near the encampment? There's a cave secreted behind. Full of old ruins, too. I walked in a few paces once, curious to see how far it went. My nerve left me past that, though it grieves me to imagine all the treasure I missed... If you've the mettle and the interest, pray, go now while there's treasure left to be had. Perhaps you'll come back to share your findings in recompense for the tip, eh? ...No?

The dragon's coming has all the other beasts in a froth. Might be it's time for a girl the likes of me to stop walking the roads alone...

The dragon's come? And here I'd thought the streets were bare... I suppose the loss of patrons is the least of it, eh?

His Grace will deliver us from the dragon, see if he doesn't. That's why we pay the man taxes, aye?

Strong as you may be, you're still human. There's only so much one can do.