Mystic Rumors

Take note, Khelim!

This page contains SPOILERS from Book of Travels.

Rumors are an important part of the Braided Shore. This page is dedicated to keeping track of, organizing, and substantiating the rumors heard in the Braided Shore by generic Mystic NPCs sometimes known as Travelling Mystic. This does not refer to the specific NPCs called Mystic who have their own page.

Unlike other dialogue, rumors are not unique to a single NPC or set of NPCs and may be repeated by multiple random NPC characters primarily in the squares and teahouses of the three towns, Myr, Bat Saha, and Crossings. This distinguishes them from the reports of the Town Reporters. Selka, Malku Su, and Sah Basir NPCs also sometimes speak lore in italics that relates to their culture and these NPCs are identified by race. Those sayings are recorded in the page about each racial group.

In addition many rumors are mutually contradictory, speculative, or cryptic and therefore unreliable. However some have proven to reveal quests, secrets, and game mechanics.

	Dialogue
	In all things, a reagent lies, but some are simply shy to show their secret mystic golden glow.
	String, reagent, incantation... That is how a magic knot is made...
	Chance is the gossamer thread that weaves through leaves and binds the bones.
	Empty your mind and listen to hear the voice of wisdom.
	The Midnight Bell is the only one that does not cause offense!
	Have you ever met a Voice...The Wind speaks to them, and through them...
	A strong enough yellow Tea can make a spell undefeatable.
	Sefra, like fungi, are but one manifestation of a bigger earth heart, that is my theory.
	If someone in Braided Shore could make glass, they would stand to make a fortune!
	You might 'taste' a Tea...A mystic 'experiences' it.
	All paths are mystic paths if you only listen to the sound of the stepping.
	The language of making is the tongue of Sefra and dragons.
	What blunt weapon is not a crescent, compared to the sharp mind-craft of a mystic!
	Even a farmer's spouse making morning Tea weaves a little bit of magic...
	The night owns its own mysteries... I strive to be one with its many secrets.