[h2][right][color=#89d5d2][b]Jean Bernard[/b][/color][/right][/h2]
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	“Oh, I can answer that.” spoke up jean as the horned individual asked for a recommendation, “I’ve only been here a short while myself, but I’ve found that this place is a bit out of the way. If I’m being honest here, in a splendid way. The nature surrounding the place makes it feel like a hidden gem. Naturally, I don’t think they get much foot traffic here from anyone not a local, so I found only the one inn. It doubles as the tavern, it’s just up the road. I can lead you there if you’re ready to head out soon.” 

	Jean bounced a little as he adjusted his pack on his shoulders. He didn’t have any further questions, replying to the captain’s answer with a quick “I see, thanks”. For the moment between the captain’s fielding questions and recommending the only inn in town, Jean contemplated the nature of the ruins. It wasn’t the first “cursed” ruins he encountered. It would be his second. The first was a burned church on a hill that some kids were using as a clubhouse. Some elder wandered by and swore it was haunted by those burned in the fire. Jean got the feeling these ruins would not be so childish in nature.

	Jean awaited for the horned woman’s greeting with a grin, oblivious to any undertones her request might have carried, “My name is Jean, from Gale’s Stead. What’s yours?”