A chat in a wagon
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General) North American (General)Transcript
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the forest trail once again stretched before **** Bram! But as opposed to the solitary journey he was expecting, he now found himself within the company of others. The wagon in silver glen was only part of a larger caravan, composed of the traditional wheeled source and others the amalgamated platforms that he wrote upon earlier that day. Most of the gathered men and women marched towards the front of the caravan, but Album elected to take a seat on the bed of the back wagon, which has the dual benefit of its more modern magic tech make, and the addition of a roof over its bed. He watched Silver glen fade from his sight in the distance, swallowed once again by the sea of trees that surrounded him. The soft hum of the magic engine drowned out the forest ambience and Album closed his eyes, allowing himself to slip into a light trance as the caravan trudged forward for a brief moment he felt at peace. Hello there! What you doing alone? He opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of a wide face bordered by blonde hair. Her purple eyes were too large, pointed ears, too big to belong to a halfling, placing the small woman as a gnome. Her skin was soft and pale, and the lightness of the free marks accent suggested she was city folk. She grinned at him with a mix of mischief and curiosity, but that quickly faded to a frown, as helping rewarded her with a meted regard. I could ask you the same thing. I imagine all the excitement will be towards the front of the caravan. She shrugged, and sat down next to him with a sigh. There's only so much entertainment such an inexperienced crowd can give, I'm afraid. She started to rock her feet as they hung off the edge of the wagon. You hear the ambitions of one young adventurer? You've heard them all. Glory, riches, women, men and whatnot? She made a flippant gesture. Inside this, however, she knocked on his armor, has history? The gnome beamed up at him. Care to share, I'm afraid there isn't much to tell. Man seeks adventure, man goes to find it. Ah! But you see it is the details that matter what dr, said man, to seek adventure, or, more importantly, keeps him seeking it, will you, With the fresh faced crowd at the front mail free of rust, and finally polished. Then my interest would not be so peaked. But here you are! Solitary in the back are more weathered secrets, veiled under a helmet, that hide your eyes from the world. How could I not be intrigued by such promise. Promise, you are one of the few to suggest such a thing about one such as I. Those are interested party have a name! She grinned once again, and stood up her height, only reaching up to his head in his seated position, her short ponytail bobbed as she righted herself, and adjusted her black robes. Ahora! Star weaver! She announced with a bow with a flourish of her hand, she produced a small tongue of flame and its palm armitage. The armored man nodded at her, held a pleasure. So, if you must know, we are hardly alone. He waved towards the inside of the wagon. Our silent friend has been privy to your questions.
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Gnome, Hero, Calm, Excited, Inquisitive, Tired, Relaxed, British (General), North American (General)