The trio stumbles into Hollowstone Village, their faces showing exhaustion and curiosity. The village’s rundown appearance contrasts sharply with their previous surroundings.

Rim: Looking around with a mix of frustration and hunger "Ugh, this place looks like it’s falling apart. I’m starving. Let’s just grab something and get out of here."

Kurt: Grabs Rim’s shoulder, stopping him "Hold on, Rim. We don’t know these people or this place. You can’t just act like a kid and run off."

Rim: Shrugs off Kurt’s hand, glaring "I’m hungry, Kurt! And we’ve been wandering for days. I’m not waiting around."

Zeldre: Sighs, stepping between them "Rim, can’t you see we need to be cautious? We’ve got no idea what’s going on here."

Rim: Grumbling "I’m tired of waiting and looking. I need food now."

Kurt: Trying to reason with Rim "Look, if we just rush in, we could end up in more trouble. Let’s find out what’s really going on before we do anything."

Zeldre: Nods in agreement "Kurt’s right. We need to gather some information first. Let’s see if anyone can offer us some help or at least tell us where we can find something to eat."

Rim: Reluctantly "Fine. But if I don’t get something to eat soon, I’m going to lose it."

Kurt: Chuckles softly "Don’t worry, Rim. We’ll figure something out. Just try to stay calm."

Zeldre: Smiling slightly "I’ll help Kurt. Let’s approach one of the villagers and see if they can point us in the right direction."

The trio starts walking through the village, their eyes scanning for anyone who might be willing to help. The villagers, though wary, seem to be keeping a watchful eye on them. The atmosphere remains tense, with the backdrop of dilapidated homes and the distant murmur of other villagers.

The trio ambles through the dilapidated streets of Hollowstone Village, their clothes dirty and worn from days of travel. They spot a woman in her mid-thirties standing near a rickety stall, selling a few meager vegetables and trinkets.

Zeldre: Wipes some dirt from his face and approaches with a hopeful smile “Excuse me, miss. We’re new to the village and could use a bit of guidance. Could you help us find—”

Woman: Catches a whiff of their disheveled state and wrinkles her nose in disgust “Oh, my stars! What in the world—”

Kurt: Noticing her reaction, gives Zeldre a sidelong glance “Maybe we should’ve cleaned up a bit before asking for help.”

Rim: Fidgets impatiently, his stomach growling audibly “I told you we should’ve looked for food first.”

Woman: Quickly backs away, covering her nose with a handkerchief “Sorry, I can’t— I just can’t! You look like you’ve been through a battle!”

Zeldre: Trying to salvage the situation “Wait, we really need—”

Woman: Hastily retreating “Good luck! Maybe try the inn down the road—if they’ll take you!”

The woman hurries off, her steps quick and her expression a mix of pity and relief. The trio watches her go, their hopes momentarily dashed.

Rim: Grumbling “Great, just great. Now we’re the village pariahs.”

Kurt: Trying to lighten the mood “Hey, at least she gave us a hint. Let’s check out this inn. Who knows, they might be more welcoming.”

Zeldre: Sighs, giving Kurt a small smile “Alright, let’s go. But Rim, you might want to hold off on any more complaints until we get some food.”

Rim: Muttering “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just hope this inn smells better than we do.”

They make their way down the street, the crumbling buildings and wary gazes of the villagers adding to the oppressive atmosphere. The trio’s footsteps echo through the empty streets as they head towards the inn, hoping for a warm welcome—or at least a hot meal.

The trio ambles through the dilapidated streets of Hollowstone Village, their clothes dirty and worn from days of travel. They spot a woman in her mid-thirties standing near a rickety stall, selling a few meager vegetables and trinkets.

Zeldre: Wipes some dirt from his face and approaches with a hopeful smile “Excuse me, miss. We’re new to the village and could use a bit of guidance. Could you help us find—”

Woman: Catches a whiff of their disheveled state and wrinkles her nose in disgust “Oh, my stars! What in the world—”

Kurt: Noticing her reaction, gives Zeldre a sidelong glance “Maybe we should’ve cleaned up a bit before asking for help.”

Rim: Fidgets impatiently, his stomach growling audibly “I told you we should’ve looked for food first.”

Woman: Quickly backs away, covering her nose with a handkerchief “Sorry, I can’t— I just can’t! You look like you’ve been through a battle!”

Zeldre: Trying to salvage the situation “Wait, we really need—”

Woman: Hastily retreating “Good luck! Maybe try the inn down the road—if they’ll take you!”

The woman hurries off, her steps quick and her expression a mix of pity and relief. The trio watches her go, their hopes momentarily dashed.

Rim: Grumbling “Great, just great. Now we’re the village pariahs.”

Kurt: Trying to lighten the mood “Hey, at least she gave us a hint. Let’s check out this inn. Who knows, they might be more welcoming.”

Zeldre: Sighs, giving Kurt a small smile “Alright, let’s go. But Rim, you might want to hold off on any more complaints until we get some food.”

Rim: Muttering “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just hope this inn smells better than we do.”

They make their way down the street, the crumbling buildings and wary gazes of the villagers adding to the oppressive atmosphere. The trio’s footsteps echo through the empty streets as they head towards the inn, hoping for a warm welcome—or at least a hot meal. The trio stumbles into the inn, their usual good looks obscured by blood, dirt, and exhaustion. Eyes follow them from the moment they step in, whispers spreading through the room.