conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Lankhmar, The City of Sevenscore Thousand Smokes:
  
  Throughout the land, strange weather is provoking panic. Many believe the unnatural occurrences are the beginning of the end of days. 
  
  Seemingly in congruence with this is the upswing in reported supernatural dangers and people appearing with miraculous abilities. What was mostly kept to superstition and secret is now attracting new attention.
  
  Whether the world is entering an age of miracles or apocalypse remains to be seen. In the meantime, the metropolis of Lankhmar continues to play out its uncounted multitude of twists and turns like a clockwork behemoth.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Frog Alley Hostel: A poorly marked door near the Marsh Gate, off of Wall Street, leads to a six-story hostel. The maintenance staff do their best, but the old building always feels like it's about to collapse.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dock Worker Gang: A dozen toughs dressed like dock workers armed for a pier brawl with belaying pins and hooked gaffs in hand
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Truthteller: Your long lineage of troupers taught you to weave rich tapestries of the past with your songs and words, along with everything you need to know to survive as a travelling bard.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Woodwise: Growing up on the road, you learned how to get yourself out of tricky situations with whatever you could find. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Suspicious Songstress: You've been burned one too many times. Even those you wish to trust, you won't let get close to you, for fear they may hurt you or worse... that knowing you ends up hurting them.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Eye for an Eye: You were once a member of a proud band of troupers, but they are all gone now. Vengeance calls you and all you can see is blood.