You look at the peasents... oddly. They look back at you, also oddly. You realize that they have good reason to look at you this way, your armor is still muck encrusted from the time you spent in the ditch.

They realize that you have good reason to stare at them, for they are all actually rather funny looking without any eyebrows. This of course was caused by the infamous village Bar-BQ hosted by the late Proffessor Propane, who had unveild his greatest and final invention at the event.

None of this really matters of course, so you might as well stop staring and get on with the story (or what passes as a story 'round these parts)

What'll it be?

Ask to see the Mayor

Visit the local Tavern

Take a rest at the Inn

Join the game of 'Wack that Mule'