"Welcome, traveler!" Barnaby chirped, his voice an octave higher than a normal speaking voice. "Looking for wares? Or perhaps something... exotic?"
The Chipped Mug tavern was loud, smelling of spilled mead and desperation. Kaelen, a level-47 Dragon Knight with shoulders like a siege tower, slammed his fist on the counter. npc tales the shopkeeper hot
As the blade descended, Barnaby had a fleeting, algorithmic thought. He wondered if, in the next server reset, he might be programmed to sell swords instead of potions. He heard the developers were releasing a patch. "Welcome, traveler
The wind left my sails. "No, Elara. I want to give it to you. To set you free." traveler!" Barnaby chirped