>>5885098>>5885107>>5885111>>5885131>>5885167>>5885268>>5885295>>5885327"No, I'm getting into as much trouble as possible actually. Seeking out trouble." You ignore try to ignore the strange mental perturbation. “And thanks for that 'help' in the dungeon. You really made a mess back there."
>”Trouble? Good. A little mischief suits you.” The old man leans in, the wrinkle of his eyes betraying a smile beneath his beard. “As for the dungeon.. I just happened to be passing through this world back then. I thought I might play along with your little quest.”“Snuff..” Your master begins to warn you, but the god cuts her short.
>”It’s quite alright. You ought to let the boy speak if he wants to.” Leshy waves off her concerns. “Now.. what is you brought me out here for, Sigrid? I was riding through the wilds of the most fascinating world when you thought it fit to drag me out to the boondocks–dark and cold, still as the grave, but with the most beautiful monsters you could imagine..”“We are.. here to make an imploration, Leshy.” Your master takes deep, slow breaths between every beard, her voice firm. “..I need a strand of your beard hair.”
>”A strand of beard hair? It figures. I thought you looked a little shorter than usual.” The god guffaws. “Well.. it won’t come easy. The people in this world make fortunes selling and trading in my detritus. Do you have something to offer me? Something worth it? I’ve no particular interest in gold or magic from this world. Or.. how about you, boy?” He turns his gaze toward you. “Have you something to give in exchange for your master’s wishes? It had better be valuable.” 