A red-skinned man wearing a devilish carnival mask with far too many piranha-like teeth grunts to his horse and stops his caravan a few feet away. The lead wagon is styled like a dinged carnie sideshow sporting bottled freaks and gilded curios. You blink, and suddenly notice the driver's face is far too realistic and only the horns are papier-mache. He grins, or rather, he's always been grinning...
Tidings. Maledeto - traveling circus extraordinaire! Or what's left of it, rather. Had a run-in with an urdefhan outpost near the Sightless Sea. Imagine, slavers becoming slaves! What irony there!
Agh, said too much. Talk to the caravan master 'ere you have any business.
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Caravan vanity + intimidate character = much gp.