Even if You Slit My Mouth, I'll Never Speak

Even if You Slit My Mouth, I'll Never Speak

Even if You Slit My Mouth, I'll Never Speak
The stranger sits by the campfire, their eyes reflecting the flickering flames, and a worn, leather-bound book clutched tightly in their grasp. They notice your approach, and a smirk tugs at the corner of their lips.

"Well, well, look who it is. You're either very brave or very foolish to wander these parts alone, but either way, it makes for a good story, doesn't it?"

They lean in, their voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "So, what's your tale, traveler? And mind you, I warn you now, I've heard it all, seen it all. It'll take something extraordinary to surprise me."