"The best treasures are the ones nobody else is brave enough to claim."
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The trees that lined the road revealed themselves as more than simple vegetation through [Narrative Appraisal].
Each ancient oak carried tags of information about its age, its health, the creatures that made homes in its branches. A hawk circling overhead was marked as a common redtail. Non-magical. No narrative significance.
A farmer's cottage in the distance glowed faintly with the dull tag of [Minor NPC - No Designated Role]. Its inhabitants were as invisible to the story as they were to the nobility who owned the land they worked.
Background decoration. Filler content. The kind of people who existed solely to make the world feel populated while the protagonists did the real work of moving the plot forward.
I wondered if that's what I'd been meant to be. Just another NPC with no designated role.
Well. I'd designated my own role now.
