Singing Dude



This is a Forest exploration event. It offers the chance to recruit Cissé to the family's camp.

Inspect
A catchy tune floats in the air. A bearded man, his eyes closed, is playing a strange instrument in the middle of a small clearing. His skin is as dark as his teeth are white, and he grins, nodding slowly, humming a song you don't understand, oblivious of the rest of the world.

Talk
Greeting! Greetings! Come near. Last time I played this tune, someone tried to kill me. Feel free to do so, if you must. But I dare say, my company will be more enjoyable alive than dead. My name is Cissé Kouyaté. I am a man of peace, and I'd be happy to share my songs, my tales and my spirit. But listen to me... The old people in our land say that the fool talks... The wise LISTENS. So that makes me the fool, eh? Or old... Maybe both AHAHAHAHAHA!

Be assured I mean you no harm... l'm just exploring this godforsaken island.

Ha! So we're both lost, aren't we? It reminds me of an old saying in our land that... To get lost is to find your way. Perhaps we could wander this mysterious land together? Songs die when there's noone to listen.

I am not alone. We're a handful of survivors who set up a small camp, near our shipwreck.

A village it is, then! I would prefer this to the company of trees. Though trees rarely are ill-intended. As you can see, l am not a warrior, but I know a few things. I can learn, and I can teach. Will you share your roof and your meals with a poor old fool? I'll sing your deeds and tell your tale!

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 *  The more, the merrier... 

Frankly, it's great to meet someone as light-hearted and friendly as you seem to be. Yes, I think you can join us, but you'll have to earn our trust.

It reminds me of an old saying in our land that... If you want to go quickly, go alone. If you want to go far, go together. The journey is starting to feel brighter and longer... Thank you my friends!

Cissé follows you back to camp, humming a jolly song. He’s now part of your community, for better or worse.


 *  He seems quite useless 

No. You seem to be a lovely guy, but we've no use for musicians. Life is harsh around here. Tales and song won't feed us.

I understand... I'm not sure I would take me in your place. I'll keep singing to the trees then... It reminds me of an old saying in our land that... When the flood comes, the wise one builds bridges. The foolish one builds dams.