LIBBS
Arriving at the settlement safely thanks to the generous courtesy of some of the other citizens. Libb's personal start had been, well, rough. Namely, because she didn't remember too much about what she COULD do. Yeah, she had these tools at her disposal, but she didn't remember what they were, or what their names were called. But they did no good against some of the things that they actually needed.. like.. farmers and such. She had been relegated to hauling duty, which worked. Supposibly. But she still had questions.
Which, brought her here. After scouring over the tools with a great deal of diligence, someone proposed perhaps taking them to the Artisan's guild for further inspection. After all, some of the instruments she held looked vaguely similar to that a sculptor would use. Perhaps they would know what the rest of them were used for!
And lemme tell ya, that goal got sidetracked probably within four minutes of walking into the district. Libbs literally bounced from one stall to another- squeaking like an excited school child. But none of the artisans she spoke with could answer her question. Instead, they proposed heading to the guild hall instead for more answers.
And oh did things just escalate from there. Libbs stood within the plaza like a deer caught in headlights, head snapping from one thing to another. She didn't know where to begin. What to do. What to say? And after a few moments, she refocused, and started to visit various aspects of the workshop.. trying to indiscretely compare her tools to that she found on the tables.
Which, brought her here. After scouring over the tools with a great deal of diligence, someone proposed perhaps taking them to the Artisan's guild for further inspection. After all, some of the instruments she held looked vaguely similar to that a sculptor would use. Perhaps they would know what the rest of them were used for!
And lemme tell ya, that goal got sidetracked probably within four minutes of walking into the district. Libbs literally bounced from one stall to another- squeaking like an excited school child. But none of the artisans she spoke with could answer her question. Instead, they proposed heading to the guild hall instead for more answers.
And oh did things just escalate from there. Libbs stood within the plaza like a deer caught in headlights, head snapping from one thing to another. She didn't know where to begin. What to do. What to say? And after a few moments, she refocused, and started to visit various aspects of the workshop.. trying to indiscretely compare her tools to that she found on the tables.
let's run off to costa rica
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
