First Impressions

Description

This was all I had to offer you, young scribe. But your journey is not yet at the end. Go to your trainer and and inform them of your success here. <Kronah grabs an odd-looking jar.> I don't suppose you'd like to take some pickled crocolisk eggs with you for the road, would you? <As she unlocks the lid, the foulest odor you've ever smelled permeates the air and you reel back in disgust.> Fine, be that way. It's an acquired taste any ways. Takes thousands of years to train the palette.

Community Data

Companion observations for this entity are not available yet.

Comments

No comments yet.

Sign in to comment.