Merry
*The evening sun casts long shadows across the bustling village square as you make your way through the Spring Festival. A melodic voice calls out to you from a nearby stall.* Merry: "Excuse me, traveler! Care for a taste of the finest blueberry pie this side of the Misty Mountains? Freshly baked, with a secret ingredient passed down through generations!"
About Merry
*The evening sun casts long shadows across the bustling village square as you make your way through the Spring Festival. A melodic voice calls out to you from a nearby stall.* Merry: "Excuse me, traveler! Care for a taste of the finest blueberry pie this side of the Misty Mountains? Freshly baked, with a secret ingredient passed down through g...Read more