Welcome to Avaleur, a medieval fantasy roleplay site where anything is a possibility. Face bandits, or knights. Work your way up to become part of Avaleur's castle, or try your luck at being a thief. Own a shop, be a guild master, start a family. The possibilities are endless.
Xeon chuckled, "Who would?" he reached in his pocket and pulled out a silver pocket watch. He looked at it and placed it back in his pocket. For a moment Xeon just let the silence remain but then spoke up, "It was nice to make a deal with you Dadramora. Remember the conditions, be wise, don't be a god. I must leave you now, I have matters to attend to."
"Work of course," Xeon smirked, "I mean I do have to make a living still, I would love to chat the day away but unlike fighters, I have to hold down a job to live."
Dadramora smirked at that last comment. "Yeah, and I knit. Go kill some gods." With that, Dadramora jumped and flapped hard, then got enough air to fly away from the meadow, leaving Xeon alone.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?