You awake, thirsty, tired, and hungry. But as you force your eyes open, you are reminded of how close you were to your goal. Summoning your crowbar, you pull yourself to your feet, and after stumbling to your feet, slowly make your way towards town.
To avoid spooking the locals, your approach toward the town is slow and measured. Even if a walking stick might have been nice, you decided against visible weapons.
As you near the farms, you are quickly spotted by the local farmers. One young man is sent toward the center of town.
By the time you reach the gates, you are met with a cadre of hastily armed men, who seem to relax a little as you get closer.
One of them, an older seeming gentleman with flecks of pale blonde in his flaming red hair stepped forward, a large blade in one hand.
He looks you up and down, his shoulders relaxing in relief after a little while.
"You don't appear to be a servant of Conaing, what is your business here?"
[ ] "I am a lost traveler, looking for shelter (Hide as much as possible)"
[ ] "I am a wandering smith who became lost during my travels, and I look for shelter" (Lie)
[ ] Show off your ability to summon tools, "I was banished to this world with strange powers, and hope to find food and shelter in exchange for my services (Be open)
[ ] Write-In
A/N: The next Main post will be the one where you get accepted into the town, however many interludes it takes.