I would look upon the man, noting his well dressed demeanor. He was likely someone of high standing, that or a head of a trading company, or even a noble. Most likely what i said to him would affect my own standing in the city. I took a moment to collect myself before speaking. "If i would have to quantify myself, i would have to say gathering knowledge."
I would then pull out a book from my side, showing it to the man. On it were three letters, D.K.F. "I am a travelling Nomad of sorts. I travel the kingdoms of this world seeking knowledge and history that should be jotted down. This can range from historical facts, to stories of the many races beliefs and their teachings." I would smile as i put the book away, though my smile was hidden by the mask i wore. "My people had a saying I myself am rather fond of. Knowledge is something that should be revered, and kept safe. Those who abuse knowledge are some of the worst people."
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