[ Which is not helpful at all. The daemon scrubs his head, messing up his hair a good amount, trying to think of the right way to explain Midgand to someone who would know nothing about it. ]
Most small villages and towns have homes made of wood. Cities are cobblestone and brick—not like this. We don't have technology like this, and what we do have runs on mana and such ... even the clothes are strange here.
[ Reaching into his sash, he pulls out an old-fashioned tokkuri and pops it open. After taking a swig, he sighs, taste of sake soothing his mouth of the lingering terror of mountain dew. ]
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[ Which is not helpful at all. The daemon scrubs his head, messing up his hair a good amount, trying to think of the right way to explain Midgand to someone who would know nothing about it. ]
Most small villages and towns have homes made of wood. Cities are cobblestone and brick—not like this. We don't have technology like this, and what we do have runs on mana and such ... even the clothes are strange here.
[ Reaching into his sash, he pulls out an old-fashioned tokkuri and pops it open. After taking a swig, he sighs, taste of sake soothing his mouth of the lingering terror of mountain dew. ]
This is mine. See, different.