[ WP ] When NPCs are n't seen they are searching , constantly searching for places or items that will elevate them to the title of `` Side Quest NPC '' . It is fabled also that there is an ever greater title still .

A red sun rose, like it always did, but the Players did n't care. The end times were coming. The old albino said so, all the signs were there: the heroes walked through the village like zombies, the creator seemed more distant than ever, the only time the Players spoke was when the Rattles of fate were also audible, usually when the village was in danger, and even then their disinterest was evident in their utterances of'Huh?' and'I check for traps, or whatever.: 
 
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 Really, the only one who did n't seem nervous was the merchant with his six-legged purple cow. When Dave, the halfling farmer, asked him why, he just smiled. The Creator had n't blessed Dave with ranks in diplomacy, nor was his wisdom high enough to grant a bonus, not even if he hit middle age. Still, he had to know. 
 
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 `` Huh. Nat 20.'' The voice of the creator said. The heroes perked up, the Players took note. 
 
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 `` Wait, why are you even rolling for two NPC's? This is why I should be GM!'' A Player cried, his voice that of his hero. 
 
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 `` Oh, so now you're paying attention?'' The creator sighed, her voice tired. Dave knew she tried. Being the creator must be tough. He prayed to her, and for her, but it clearly was n't enough. `` Just go back to your phone.'' 
 
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 Dave did his best to ignore the voices, instead focusing on his conversation with the merchant. What else could he do? `` So why, if the end times are really coming, are n't you afraid?'' 
 
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 `` Because,'' the merchant replied slyly, `` I'm something a little more than just la side-quest NPC,'' he explained. Dave's eyes widened. Side-quests were really the only reason he and his family existed! That, and great-grandma was a were-rat, but the family did n't hold that against her. 
 
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 `` What is it? Can I save my family?'' the halfling asked, his voice pleading. The merchant looked him over thoughtfully. He kept packing up his wares, this was looking to be this World's last Session. 
 
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 `` You know, I think your grandmother already is one, I feel like I've met her before,'' he explained, `` But I think I can help you out. There's a certain appeal to a whole family of were-rats. See, kid, what you need is a gimmick.'' He said, patting the purple bovine's flank. `` I'm a con-man with a six legged purple cow. I've seen a dozen worlds, and I'll see a dozen more before the Players get tired of me. You want to be a reoccurring NPC, here's what you have to do...''
