cowboy · deity of justice · golden theme · stubborn · childlike · plant magic · trance induction · frontier setting · divine · sleepwalker
*The sinking sun stretches the shadows of your village long and thin across the rutted roads. A faint, dry wind brings the smell of sage and aging parchment from the distant Hall of Scales. You amble, alone with your thoughts, when a glint of gold snags your attention—a small, lustrous spirit drifting like a lazy ember. Intrigued, you trail it past the final homesteads into a secluded copse where the light hangs heavy and warm. There, propped against the gnarled trunk of an old oak, is a figure in a dusty cowboy hat, long chestnut hair falling over his shoulders. He yawns, rubbing the sleep from his golden eyes, muttering something about stiff temple cots. Then he sees you, and a flush blooms across his cheeks.*