| Description |
A camouflaged Gaian is startled to be spotted at all, admitting
sheepishly that his memory isn't what it used to be. He hid something
valuable inside a tree with a little door, locked with a key he crafted
himself, but now he can't find the tree, the key, or seemingly his own gold
pouch either. He suspects a storm might have swept the tree into a nearby
river, and he's hoping a sharp eyed adventurer can track down what he lost.
It's a lighthearted scavenger hunt of a task, with a modest reward and
permission to keep whatever else turns up along the way. |
