In the shadowed corners of forgotten realms, the merchants of the abyss convene. Their whispers trail off into echoes unfamiliar, and yet we listen, drawn to their enigmatic allure, like moths to an eternal flame. Do these traders of the void offer truth or just illusions veiled in tapestry?
Once I sat among them, if but for a moment, under the ghastly light of phosphorescent stars. Their deals were not made with words but with the solemn exchange of memories, each more haunting than the last. What do they sell, you ask? What do they buy? The answers lie in the twisted alcoves of the mind, where sanity dances with shadows.
Whispered Legends | Timekeepers