"Oh, I just, uh…" He stutters, a shiver creeping down his spine. He eyes the crone before cautiously taking a seat. Looking a bit nervous he stared at her, clearing his throat before speaking. "Not much to say really, I grew up a wanderer with enough food and a decent enough family. But it seems my....provocations have led me out here." His eyes wander from the old woman and looks to the setting he finds himself in. His eyes reflecting the glow of the candles and he grimaced as he saw the skull on the traveling chest the crone had. "You...You wouldn't happen to know anywhere I could stay the night would you? I would like to stay somewhere warm tonight rather than under a tree with the wild things around."

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