Wex: According to the wizard, this bag, or “the junkyard”, as I believe it’s officially known, has existed for centuries, passed down between owners, along the way it’s picked up a fair population, couple of hundred I think
Wex: So yes, I do have a town in my bag
Halfling: So what do you need?
Wex: Have you seen any witches, wizards, archmages or other magically-inclined persons around here recently?
Halfling: Hmm
who is the leader of junktown?
Wex: That’d be Wise Old Jack
may we go meet with wise old jack?
Wex: I don’t see why not
Wex: Maisie, can you lead the way
Maisie: Sure thing
She pulls herself out of the junkpile, then starts walking down a small path, well, it’s less of a path and more of a divide between piles, where the glistening rainbow-patterned floor can be seen
how do you all eat?
Maisie: Farms
Looks around for any idk useful weapons, who knows maybe a ledgendary sword is here
do you use crops like in the underdark that don’t need sunlight to grow?
Maisie: We have light, it’s weird and doesn’t make sense but it’s enough to grow crops
Nysia finds Elgammero’s legendary blade, Fragilitus!
(That sounds like a blade who breaks after 1 swing lel)
(that’s literally exactly what it is)
Dispite the name Nysia takes it anyways
For the hell of it, idk maybe it’s a key kappa
is going to the old wise man
quickly catches up to Val
eventually they reach a collection of small houses made of junk
Grimm walks up and knocks on a random door. “Hello?”
An elf with silvery-grey hair opens the door