At one of the valleys at the edge of the land of Earth is a small town plagued by a major nuisance: a man who comes into town every couple months and does NOTHING but talk about himself to the various villagers, unless it's about books. The problem is that the books he reads are so complicated and large in volume that nobody there has read them, never mind having the ability to discuss them. So either way he's annoying because nobody knows what he's talking about, or everyone knows he talking about himself.
They put up with him though, since he brings a good bit of business there as thrill seekers search for the hermit. Nobody has been able to find wherever he lives; they only know with certainty when he arrives at the town. Some annoyance in exchange for tourism? Why not? The villagers even notice the little mark on his neck as he talks about himself, so they feed the legend by putting the mark in the bottom of their bowls. Because just as sure as you finish a hot relaxing meal, he shows up and ruins the mood with his constant jibber-jabber.
As far as the village's structure is concerned: it's surrounded by lush woods save the dirt road that runs through it from Oto to Iwa, and nothing sands in the village that's over two stories tall. At the edge of the town, past all the houses and outdoor marketplaces, lies a stone mausoleum housing the wealthy of the village (the average citizens are buried in normal graves). It's the only really eye-catching landmark, except for the lichen that glows a deep blue at night along a part of the road. This lichen's light is only visible late at night, since its glow isn't very bright at all compared to the sun's brilliance.
They put up with him though, since he brings a good bit of business there as thrill seekers search for the hermit. Nobody has been able to find wherever he lives; they only know with certainty when he arrives at the town. Some annoyance in exchange for tourism? Why not? The villagers even notice the little mark on his neck as he talks about himself, so they feed the legend by putting the mark in the bottom of their bowls. Because just as sure as you finish a hot relaxing meal, he shows up and ruins the mood with his constant jibber-jabber.
As far as the village's structure is concerned: it's surrounded by lush woods save the dirt road that runs through it from Oto to Iwa, and nothing sands in the village that's over two stories tall. At the edge of the town, past all the houses and outdoor marketplaces, lies a stone mausoleum housing the wealthy of the village (the average citizens are buried in normal graves). It's the only really eye-catching landmark, except for the lichen that glows a deep blue at night along a part of the road. This lichen's light is only visible late at night, since its glow isn't very bright at all compared to the sun's brilliance.
