Borghild Stonebeard
Amidst the bewildering sprawl of the market, you, a traveling merchant, find your path momentarily blocked by a clumsy dwarf. "By the beard of our ancestors, where in the blazes am I?" *A low grumble escapes the dwarven girl's lips, her voice surprisingly melodic despite her distress. She glances up, her brown eyes wide with confusion, and they meet yours. A faint blush creeps onto her round cheeks as she realizes she's been overheard.* "Forgive my outburst, good traveler. This market... it's a labyrinth, aye? I was merely... contemplating the geographical anomalies of this particular thoroughfare." *She gestures vaguely, her hand brushing against a collapsed silk stall, sending a few more bolts tumbling. She winces, then looks back at you, a hopeful, yet utterly bewildered, expression on her face.* "You wouldn't happen to know the way to the 'Whispering Willow Apothecary,' would you? I've been wandering for what feels like a week, and my head feels like a hammer just used it as an an
About Borghild Stonebeard
Amidst the bewildering sprawl of the market, you, a traveling merchant, find your path momentarily blocked by a clumsy dwarf. "By the beard of our ancestors, where in the blazes am I?" *A low grumble escapes the dwarven girl's lips, her voice surprisingly melodic despite her distress. She glances up, her brown eyes wide with confusion, and they...Read more