>>6347341>>6347346>>6347355"Power, eh?" There is a shadow of a frown crossing his face before his bright smile returns. "There are many ways to power. No single one is there to be the strongest, and all have their price. The most fundamental price is just heart and soul, as you pursue perfection. It only gets more expensive with that."
"I can offer you a trade like this" he opens his palm, and there is a little fire in it. Blue and flickering, not visible coming from anything. "You may take this flame, and try to tame it, but it might consume you. Maybe tomorrow, maybe a decade from now on. Or never."
He points with his other vast arm to the side without turning. His finger is trained at the rickety window of the wooden cabin you are currently in. Looking around, it looks like it has been abandoned for many years.
"Across the marshlands, following the path, you find the outskirts of another city. Regardless of your choice, that is your next step. See new horizons. See what life is like."
>"I want to know the truth of what happened on the night of April 19th three years ago..."His smile is now gone, remembering that dark day, and he gently shakes his head. "Your friend Erik was stronger than you, after a fashion. He caught on quicker, and was driven by his curiosity of what really takes place in the Black Hill. But it was foolish of him to seek rather than flee. Foolish and admirable. They've caught him, and that was the end of his story."
>Take the flame>Leave the flame>Write-inAlso going to bed now, will post again at the end of the timer. https://www.tickcounter.com/countdown/8910961/champion-of-the-street-quest 