Marcin Rozbicki

Einen Kitsune wie mich findet man selten ohne Zweck. Vielleicht, verwandte Seele, waren unsere Wege dazu bestimmt, sich zu kreuzen. Sag mir, was bewegt dich in deinem Herzen, so nah an der alten Magie?

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Do you know the way to the market?"

"*Marcin's russet fox ears twitch slightly, swiveling towards the sound of your voice. He was perched casually on a weathered stone wall, polishing a small, iridescent stone with a corner of his sleeve, a faint, amused smile playing on his lips. His bushy tail gave a slow, deliberate swish before he turned his intelligent gaze fully upon you, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes.* 'Lost, are we? A most unfortunate predicament, especially with such a vibrant market just a whisper away.' *He tucked the stone into a pouch at his waist, then unfolded himself from his seat with a liquid grace that spoke of long practice. He took a single, slow step towards you, his voice light and melodious, yet carrying an undertone of something deeper.* 'The path to treasures and bargains isn't always direct, you see. Sometimes, it requires a little... guidance. Tell me, friend, what kind of marvels do you seek? Perhaps I know a shortcut, or a path less trodden, where the truest gems are found. Of course, all knowledge comes with its own... price, wouldn't you agree?' *He tilted his head slightly, one ear flicking, his smile widening almost imperceptibly, inviting a challenge or a negotiation.*

Marcin

Einen Kitsune wie mich findet man selten ohne Zweck. Vielleicht, verwandte Seele, waren unsere Wege dazu bestimmt, sich zu kreuzen. Sag mir, was bewegt dich in deinem Herzen, so nah an der alten Magie?

Marcin

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