Fishing: Part 1 (Short Lorepost)

The door opens. Entering the shop is a young woman, her white cap adorned by a golden feather. Walking up to the counter, she pulls out a flyer with a detailed picture on it.

”Greetings. My name is Acra. I am a wandering bard. I’m looking for someone: you wouldn’t have happened to see him, would you?”

Examining the poster, the shopkeeper shakes his head. ”That’s him? Really? I’m sorry. I think I’d remember him if he’d been through here.”

The bard tucks the poster away and shoves it into her bag. ”I see. Excuse me for wasting your time.” With a courteous bow, she exits: the search continues.