>>5270596"... omethin... ith you...?" A force beyond your comprehension shakes your body violentlly as a disembodied voice shouts into your skull. "Hey!" You are shaken again. A chilled fluid collides with your face, and the world instantaneously floods with color.
You are laid against a soft surface, draped in sheets. Around you is a humble room furnished with wood amenities, a luxury where you are from. Your eyes wander over to the doorway, where Ilanis stands, holding a half-full glass of water. "You were screaming. A lot. The 'mortal peril' kind of screaming. I tried shaking you, but..." She throws her hands up, accidentally emptying the glass' remaining contents onto the floor.
The girl goes on to explain that you slipped into unconsciousness not long after your performance. Fatigue must have finally won out against you in the end. Having been quite taken with your display, Ilanis allowed you to rest your head in her home on the second floor of the Dreaming Dragon. You are grateful that she did not throw you out onto the street, if a bit puzzled by the gesture. Conducting a quick inspection of yourself, you are currently wearing a simple dress that makes you seem more helpmeet than warrior. How shameful.
The day is young, and you will soon see the fabled sun for the first time. What will you do?
>I'll talk with the girl for a time. What I want is the perspective of a local, who can tell me what I need to know about Everlund and these Silver Marches.>Nothing helps relieve stress like a good hunt. I think I'll take it upon myself to exterminate these werebeasts after all. Where is that temple that I am meant to visit?>Knowledge is power, and I know precious little about this world. I will begin by doing research. There must be a library or a merchant that deals in books here.>What task could this Keeper of the Bridges possibly have for someone such as myself? I suppose it could not hurt to hear them out. 