Murim Is Cringe
Beware the almighty 'Seer' who wanders the Murim. He knows all and sees all. The seer can predict the future and his predictions have never before been wrong. Those who heed his advice may be given a second chance while for all the others who don't... impeding doom awaits. The seer's words are absolute. How might you recognize him you ask...? There have been rumors of this man clad in black whose eyes shine a clean crimson glare right through his hermit hat when provoked. He is also rumored to be carrying a Demonic Sword. And if the rumors are to be believed he is actually quite young. P.S.: Yes, I am aware that the title might have turned out a bit inaccurate. Forgive this junior.
Townsfolking
The guards looked up and down and stared, surveying Luan and the goods all bloodied and dirty.
"Rough trip?" asked the guard at the outpost, now focusing on documents and papers.
Luan did not reply.
"Alright, you guys should just take a week and rest in this town. There was some scuffle down the path, and it's being repaired. Some undead and ghouls or something. They probably fixed that issue though, so rest well."
"Dammit, more delays. We will take you up on the advice. Thank you," Luan replied. "You hear him, people? Let's lodge here for a week." He ordered, and all were allowed to pass through the gate.
The border town was small and minimalistic. The place, small as it might be, looked like it was thriving, mainly because of the many other travelers who passed by all the time, merchants, and the infamous night market that existed here.
||I suggest we stop by the night market, you know, just because we might find something useful.||