The Shade of Attlemoore
QuillOWisp for The Vagrant
Untrustworthy, any gender. Low class, an all-knowing schemer with an eternally parched throat.
The Vagrant is an undead wandering the ruins of Attlemoore. Don't be fooled though - he was also a wandering vagrant during the empire's golden age as well. He's a sinister seeming trickster character who shows up every now and then and clearly knows more about the supernatural goings on in the world than anyone else.
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(untrustworthy, slightly taunting) Oh, you pull away. But what harm could I do her? She's already at death's door. You wonder at who I am? If you can trust me? Heh. Heh. Heh. Just a vagrant. Maybe the last one in Attlemoore. Now, show me your little broken bird.
(sinister, but speaking as though he's letting the listener in on a secret) Only thing is, Shade, a vagrant doesn't sleep 'neath a roof. I see the stars each night. All of 'em Tyrants of their own, the astronomers said, back when the living still bustled in this kingdom. Each and every night a Vagrant, yours truly, watched those stars afore he sleeps. And they go out, Shroudie. Aint that interesting?
(Mysterious and ominous) Just how it is - can't change it! Not unless… well, Lord Shroudie, not unless you could eat the moon. Heh heh heh.
