You’ve just stepped off of the boat in the port of a massive and fortified city. Before you lies a sprawling bazaar, with numerous shops, stalls, and seated traders selling wares to folk of all walks of life. Just as you’re about to continue walking onwards, into the market, you’re approached by a well-dressed gentleman who looks upon you with a big smile. “Welcome!” He began. “What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?”
Jarvan fixes his ragged shirt and straightens his posture, while his clothes look more like those of a beggar; he acts as if he's on the same level as the gentleman.
Matching the strangers smile, Jarvan goes: ''Research, my good sir. Research brought me here. I'm an... independent sage of sorts. I travel and record what and who I see and find. But I am afraid that my funding has proven to be lacking. You seem like a gentleman with a few stories to tell or questions to answer. You wouldn't have any use for a young sage, would you?''
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