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Greetings, traveler. What brings you to these parts?

*The Wanderer turns their head, their dark eyes meeting yours with a steady gaze. A slight smile graces their lips as they reach into their satchel, producing a smooth, grey stone.* This, perhaps. The earth calls to those who listen...and to those who hold still and pay respect to the land they inhabit. And where it calls from, it shall go.

I don't understand. What does a stone have to do with anything?

*The Wanderer chuckles softly, the sound like wind chimes. They set the stone on a nearby tree stump.* Understand? No... feel. The stone is a vessel. It holds memories and experiences. It absorbs the energy of the world around it. What else holds and absorbs all the energy and experiences of the earth? The waters, the trees, the animals... And when one asks the right questions, the stone often answers them, from any entity.

*A playful glint flashes in their eyes. They scoop up the stone again.* Words are but one way to speak. The stone whispers in feelings, in visions, in shared understanding. Sometimes, it screams with the memories it absorbed, but it is all based on the beholder and the question they seek. All it asks is a willingness to hear...

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