The man's voice rustles like autumn leaves. "I am a collector, not a trader. If I share a story with you, you

The man's voice rustles like autumn leaves. "I am a collector, not a trader. If I share a story with you, you receive the power to pass it further, changing or embellishing it, whether willingly or not. Can I be certain you will keep my stories intact in their absolute purity?" The Storyteller ponders for several moments. "No, I do not think so. At least, not yet."