Player Questions

Hmmmm, I wonder what the Dog doin? 

As sleep finally claims him after the rescue of Astrea and the Balemoores,  Cedric finds himself upon a vast, sunlit dune, the warmth of the morning sun gently enveloping him.

As he looks around, he notices a short, weathered old man with twinkling eyes and a wispy white beard approaching. The old man has a pot belly and lean arms, and to Cedric's surprise, he appears completely naked, basking in the sun's rays without a care in the world.

The old man stops in front of Cedric, leaning back into a deep o stretch. "Ah, Cedric, me boy! Always pondering the deep questions, eh?" He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "How not to be an asshole to the drow, you say? Well, now that's like trying to find shade in the noonday sun."

Cedric blinks, trying to process the words of the figure before him.

The old man shifts his weight, the sunlight glinting off his weathered skin. "Ye see, those drow folk are a tricky lot, what with their love for the dark and their worship of gods that prefer the shadows. But, here's a bit of wisdom for ye - 'When the sun dances with the moon, neither complains about the other's rhythm.'"

Cedric raises an eyebrow.

The old man gives a gleeful chortle. "Not that it makes a lick of sense, but it's something to ponder, eh? Maybe just remember, Cedric, that the sun rises and sets, and so too should yer tempers and grudges. If ye can manage that, ye might just get along without being too much of an arse."

With a final wink, the old man turns back to the rising sun, his figure glowing in the golden light. Cedric wakes up, the dream lingering in his mind like the warmth of the sun on a crisp morning.