Bloodguile
I Feel it in my Bones!
Welcome to my humble abode. It is I, Whisper the Bone Seer. Ignore that dreadful squawking Duskraven. The impish, thieving creature is merely here repay his debts...Where were we? Ah yes, you are here for the bounty, are you not?
While performing one of my divinations, several of my bone instruments began to vibrate. I fear it is a bad omen. Many lorfolk touched with the gift of divination, often through injury, can sense when the weather is changing. Through my art, however, I can glean a far clearer and more insightful forecast. And I am afraid to say...a terrible draught is on the horizon!
I have much work to do, and for posterity's sake, I should repeat my divination to ensure its authenticity. So I must ask for your assistance. Would you be willing to spread the word far and wide? Warn the farmers of the coming drought so they may prepare themselves and their crops. I have a bounty of bones I am willing to part with for your troubles. And, assuredly, those farmers you warn will be grateful enough to gift you a portion of their harvest in return.
What's a Bounty? Click me!
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