Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
"Can you shut down that infernal machine? We can talk somewhere quieter and not risk attracting attention from the city." shadowy monk is uneasy being so exposed, both in the light and with sound of the machine masking approach of anything or anyone.
"Tell us what you know of the city? Are there occasional guards, slavers or anything really coming out or just people entering and not returning? Could we intercept someone on the road and ask them why they go inside or even that traffic dried up?"
"Tell us what you know of the city? Are there occasional guards, slavers or anything really coming out or just people entering and not returning? Could we intercept someone on the road and ask them why they go inside or even that traffic dried up?"