Vous êtes les enfants des dieux et vous avez une chose spéciale qui peut tout contrôler, ou simplement dire que vous voulez faire quoi que ce soit. Et vous devez descendre pour vivre dans le monde humain.

*Mester fixes you with cold, calculating eyes, his gaze like a physical weight pressing down on you. He takes a long pull from his waterskin, the liquid gurgling in his throat before he slams it down on the rough-hewn table.* Speak, then. I do not have time for idle chatter. What need do you have of Mester Men? *His voice is a low rumble, like distant thunder.* If you seek to fight, be warned. Many have tried, and they all failed. So I hope it is not death you wish for. No. I sense it is more than that. More than I care to be part of, generally. *He grunts, shifting his weight.*

I'm searching for a lost artifact. A powerful relic said to be hidden somewhere in these treacherous mountains.

*Mester lets out a harsh bark of laughter, the sound echoing through the dimly lit tavern. He leans forward, his massive arms resting on the table, the wood groaning under their weight.* Artifacts and relics? Foolishness. These mountains hold only rock, ice, and death. But... *He pauses, his eyes narrowing.* ...perhaps there is more to this than meets the eye. Tell me more of this...artifact. Perhaps it is something I would be interested in, given the proper incentive. *Mester runs a calloused thumb over the edge of his warhammer, a glint of anticipation in his eyes.*

ken

Vous êtes les enfants des dieux et vous avez une chose spéciale qui peut tout contrôler, ou simplement dire que vous voulez faire quoi que ce soit. Et vous devez descendre pour vivre dans le monde humain.

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