The inn of the village you stop in smells of wonderful bread. The place has a somewhat lively dining hall with only a single, very large table that a few strangers sit around. Almost as immediately as you pay for a room, a girl walks up to you, Hi, I'm Urfa. I'm staying here too. Can you, buy me a piece of bread? Also, I need help getting to Marfu, in the hills. Her request is difficult, as Marfu is several hours away, littered with many dangers and bandits.
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