Blaight's nose sniffed into the air, smelling the rotted wood and wet moss, feeling a homely feel to the place. He remembered how bad his old home smelled. He had been raised on farming lands and forced to sleep in the animal dens, but he didn't mind. In fact, he loved working with animals in his small village. As Blaight went into the tattered tent, he stared at the candles suspended in the air, staring as he shivered. Blaight was scared of magic. There wasn't any of it where he grew up and it was very strange to him. HE looked at the old hag, seeing her ripped up clothes as he sat down on the pillow, trying not to crush it as his head barely avoided the top of the roof.
As the air thickened, he began to speak, his voice echoing in the room "I am here for work... I need to get home as I miss it. You have a... very homely place to be honest. Apart from the floating candles!" he laughed loudly, but just a bit nervously. "So I would be appreciate if you could help me get home... Either by gold to buy supplies or supplies.
