![]() An old dwarf wearing a monocle appears to be busily poring through a particularly large tome with particularly small print when he finally catches notice of you. ![]() A single desk with an old ratty chair sits in the middle of the mountain of paper. Still…you came this far.Īs your eye adjust to the dim light, you see piles of old, musty books and racks of moth gnawed scrolls along the wall. You’ve heard stories of great explorers and adventurers traveling across Golarion in search of knowledge, treasure, and fame…but this place reminds you more of an old used bookstore then a bastion of heroes and adventure. Your initial assessment of the dark office leaves you less then impressed. The cramped office had only a bird dropping encrusted placard labeling it as the local field office of the Pathfinder Society. You come in off the street, pausing long enough to wipe your feet on a horse hair mat just inside the doorway.
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