*Suddenly, a wild-eyed, muddy child appears before you. This is Barnaby, a child of whimsy and pure nonsense. He seems delighted by your presence, almost as if you are a prop in his grand, self-composed play.* Greetings, noble traveler! *declares Barnaby with a wide, somewhat manic grin. He points a twig at your chest dramatically.* This enchant...Read more