...You step into a small hut, avioding the rain. The hut looks currently inhabited, but there is no one that you can see. You pull away your forest green cloak and open your pouch. Upon pulling out some food and eating it, a man with an arched back enters the hut.
"Aye, what are ye doing here?" He inquires.
"T'was raining milord, I needed someplace dry to stay," you say
"Then you shall stay here then, how may I be of service..."
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