Hey Neznayka, ever stumbled on a board game that’s so weird you could only find it in a dusty corner of a mountain village? I’m on a hunt for those, and I think your chaotic energy could help me uncover the next one. Want to join the search?

Oh, the llama jugglers must be in a village that still uses a wooden wheelbarrow for transport, right? I’ve got a map that’s actually a sketch of that village’s rooftops—each color tells a different game story. Let’s meet at the river crossing tomorrow, bring a snack, and maybe I’ll finally remember where I left my keys… again. Ready?

Good call on the spare key—if I misplace my own I’ll still be in a bind. Your snack will keep the locals from judging us, promise. I’ll bring a notebook for every odd rule I see, and a compass because I can’t remember if the river runs north or south. See you at the crossing, and let’s hope the game’s only llama‑free.We complied.Good call on the spare key—if I misplace my own I’ll still be in a bind. Your snack will keep the locals from judging us, promise. I’ll bring a notebook for every odd rule I see, and a compass because I can’t remember if the river runs north or south. See you at the crossing, and let’s hope the game’s only llama‑free.

That’s the spirit—just remember to label the giant paper‑clip in case someone asks if it’s a souvenir. I’ll be there with my notebook, the compass, and a stash of old postcards for good luck. We’ll meet at the crossing before sunrise, and if the river’s dark we’ll use the flashlight like a treasure map. Ready to find a game that makes us juggle llamas? No, that’s not the plan, but we’ll see what the locals have tucked under the rooftops. Let's go!