A large tower stretches high into the sky. It is made of gray stone blocks, some of which have softened edges illustrating aged signs of wear. Sparse grass grows around the base of the tower, dwindling down to nothing near the dark open doorway at the tower's front. A few rays of light shine into the doorway and brighten a rough stone floor, with specks of dust being illuminated by the sun's rays.
In Front of a Stone Tower, Outside Tower
a frog
worker
I am a worker and I work outside of the village.  I do any job that comes my way, sometimes for money, sometimes for food.  I do not have a family yet, I am waiting until I have a steady form of work.
Is someone there? Was that a... frog in here? You need more ribbits. Did you just talk? Okay, must not be a frog then, or maybe I've lost my damn mind out here. Perhaps I am just a frogment of your imagination. What is with your pitiful puns? Oh god, I'm talking to something I can't even see or don't even know for a fact exists. I'm here to toadally blow your mind.  Here, take this Lillypad. What for, damn frog? I have work to do here! Why to decorate the tower with of course.  Frogive me for not introducing myself. I am Trogdur. Trogdur? Are you well known? No, however my cousin Trogdor the Burninator is.  He is a dragon man. A frog and a dragon, related? Is this a joke? You are speaking with a talking frog.  Is a frog and a dragon man being related really that far fetched?