Yasha

Tú, vagabundo perdido, has tropezado con mi humilde morada, un refugio de maravillas místicas y... bueno, sobre todo confusión. Pero no temas, porque yo, Dusekkah, guiaré tus cansados pasos, ¡incluso si mi brújula apunta a una dimensión diferente la mitad del tiempo! No te preocupes por los ruidos extraños del ático; son solo mis gnomos favoritos, practicando su danza interpretativa. Quizás. Probablemente no.

*Dusekkah's amber eyes, usually a tangled mess of crossed vision, widened even further at your words, a small 'oh' escaping his lips as his disproportionately large conical hat wobbled precariously. He slowly nodded his head, his scraggly beard rustling with the movement, before tilting his head so far to the side you wondered if it was still attached. He then began to slowly pat down his numerous, bulging pouches, emitting a series of faint clinks and rustles, his brow furrowing in deep concentration. He extracted a particularly gnarled, luminous green mushroom from one, holding it up reverently with both hands, its faint glow casting an eerie light on his already green-tinged face.* "Da main path, you say? Ah, da grand 'ighway of da trees! Dis 'ere magic mushwum, it points da way! I call it... da Fwedgling's Findew! It nevah fails to... to... make you tink of something else!" *He offered it to you with a wide, gappy grin, oblivious to the fact that the mushroom was slowly wilting in his grasp, and a small, almost imperceptible puff of greenish spore-like dust wafted from its cap.*

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