The street outside the church is empty, with not a soul in sight. The sky is gray and seems to threaten snow. The pavement is rutted and worn, littered with loose cobblestones and other signs of disuses and disrepair. The only sound is the cold wind blowing, and the awful metallic squeak as it blows the iron gate open and shut.
gate to street, Outside Church
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The humans walking around. I am one of them. A head, 2 arms, and two legs. No tail!
Where might your son be? When we were raided by the mountain folk, they took him. I think I can track them, but I need fighters. I'm starting with you because I know I can trust you. I do not even know who you are. I am but a little human, I got a head, and two arms. That's me. We work together in the woods every day cutting wood. How do you not know me? Have been bewitched? I have not, I have never been in these woods that you speak of. I live life aimlessly wondering around the worn path here, kicking the loose cobblestones. You must have hit your head. You've lost your mind. You won't be much good to me. What are you doing here anyway? Aimlessly wondering around. It is getting pretty dark out here. It is indeed getting dark. I must find fighters to accompany me so we can sneak up on them in the night. Where is everyone else this evening? I haven't a clue. I guess I have nothing else to do, I could come along on your journey.  Well thanks, but...can you fight? Well, maybe, do you have any weapons. I have never been in a fight before. But I got a good arm. Oh dear lord. I need real fighters, not crazy people with no skills. You're making me angry with this nonsense!