L22. Sprite Cyerfu-1

"You create your own luck, eh?" The old man squinted at you. You weren't sure how to respond.

"Born with the ability to understand the language of Sprites... I've heard your name somewhere, %n%."

"You are a Sprite Messenger from Siwa Island."

"To exercise your talents, go to the forests in the north! Poor Cyerfu waits helpless for people to assist him."

"You could understand my words? You are a Sprite Messenger? Fantastic!" Cyerfu grinned from ear to ear.

"I am a Sprite and used to live in an underground city, in a palace where Bodor, king of the grasslands, reigned. We were his servants."

"Guarding Bodor's palace was our glory."

"One day, monsters attacked us. Our chief locked the city up tight and took us away from danger."

"However, some villainous humans kidnapped our chief and tried to break into the city."

Npc : Sprite Cyerfu
🗺️ : Sprites Forest (x:258 y:713)

"As far as I know, those humans are called the Crimson Sawtooth Army."

"They must covet the magic power and treasures inside the ancient city."

"Since I lost my magic power now, it's up to you to rescue our chief. Please!" Cyerfu looked at you desperately.