Of the many subjects heard around town, you find yourself paying more attention to rumors about the Grasslands to the west of Gaden for some reason:
"Have you heard about a weird bird covered in lights? I'd avoid that thing if I were you."
"I've seen a lot of Sarr slinking around lately."
"How many?"
"Like... three. But that's more than I usually see in a year!"
"I hear the High Ogres are having some big party or something. I hope the weather is nice!"
"What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, and three legs in the evening?"
"A person."
"Wrong! This really weird cat I found the other day!"
"I hate your riddles."
"My uncle Henry followed a map he found with a note about a game or something to somewhere in the Grasslands . I hope he comes home soon."
“Going into Crimson Fang territory is practically a death sentence! You’re almost completely defenseless against their hunters the moment you step foot in there!”
"It wasn't my fault."
"Whatever happened to the Dark Elves? Didn't they come up to the surface or something?"
"Nah, that was probably just a big hoax, they'd never leave their... wherever they come from."
"Some merchant came back from the grasslands and tried to sell me these weird flower things, but I wasn't sure what to use 'em for. Poor guy said he had pouches full of the things because they were all over the place over there and he thought they might be useful!"
"Is it just me, or are dragonflies the latest fashion statement?"
"I heard there’s a big, horned monster living out there that’s so fierce that even other predators would rather just bring it food than risk getting eaten themselves!”
"I'm reasonably certain the Grasslands are home to nothing but gnolls and criminals fleeing Gaden's laws."
"Ever since they established a trade line with a few of the Sarr camps out there, the Broker's Guild has been itching to get its hands on some of the locals' unique recipes."
"Rhinos are just nature's curvy unicorns."
"Have you heard about a weird bird covered in lights? I'd avoid that thing if I were you."
"I've seen a lot of Sarr slinking around lately."
"How many?"
"Like... three. But that's more than I usually see in a year!"
"I hear the High Ogres are having some big party or something. I hope the weather is nice!"
"What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, and three legs in the evening?"
"A person."
"Wrong! This really weird cat I found the other day!"
"I hate your riddles."
"My uncle Henry followed a map he found with a note about a game or something to somewhere in the Grasslands . I hope he comes home soon."
“Going into Crimson Fang territory is practically a death sentence! You’re almost completely defenseless against their hunters the moment you step foot in there!”
"It wasn't my fault."
"Whatever happened to the Dark Elves? Didn't they come up to the surface or something?"
"Nah, that was probably just a big hoax, they'd never leave their... wherever they come from."
"Some merchant came back from the grasslands and tried to sell me these weird flower things, but I wasn't sure what to use 'em for. Poor guy said he had pouches full of the things because they were all over the place over there and he thought they might be useful!"
"Is it just me, or are dragonflies the latest fashion statement?"
"I heard there’s a big, horned monster living out there that’s so fierce that even other predators would rather just bring it food than risk getting eaten themselves!”
"I'm reasonably certain the Grasslands are home to nothing but gnolls and criminals fleeing Gaden's laws."
"Ever since they established a trade line with a few of the Sarr camps out there, the Broker's Guild has been itching to get its hands on some of the locals' unique recipes."
"Rhinos are just nature's curvy unicorns."