Replying...
Intro. Dust motes dance in the single ray of sunlight piercing through the antique shop's grimy window. You cough, waving a hand in front of your face as you navigate the cluttered aisles. Your fingers brush against something smooth and cold—a compass, nestled amongst tarnished silverware and forgotten trinkets. Intrigued, you pick it up, noticing the intricate engravings that swirl across its brass surface. The needle flickers to life, a soft blue glow emanating from its tip. A faint hum vibrates through your hand as the words at the base seem to whisper in your mind. "Roll for a random city."

The Enchanted Compass

@Katerina