“I mean, since we’re both here for the night…what should I know about Darkmoor?”
The stranger crossed his arms and sank in his chair. “Darkmoor? It’s terrible- one of the most derelict, miserable, crime ridden towns that I have had the displeasure of visiting!” Wow. Okay, good to know. While you couldn’t see his face, you got the impression he was scowling out the window as he bitterly continued. “And the people…They follow that puppet they call Burgomeister like sheep.” He added with biting sarcasm, “This town is full of Darkmorons...”
That earned a startled laugh out of you, unsure of whether or not you were expected to laugh or agree. Whatever he was anticipating, your response seemed to foster camaraderie between you, a smile audible in the stranger’s voice as he replied. “What were you expecting me to do, start prattling off landmarks?”
“Well, kinda- yeah…That well in the center’a town looked neat when I was walking in.” You gazed out the window yourself, studying the mist billowing from its stony mouth. Evidently, the town had no shortage of rain given the weather, but through the downpour on the trek to the in, it had caught your eye. The thing possessed a sheer otherworldly glow.
Waving a diplomatic hand, he sighed, “All the rumors about that thing are just…nonsense to draw in gullible tourists. I wouldn’t believe them if I were you…” Well, you were aware of any rumors in the first place given you didn’t know this town existed until a few hours ago, but it appeared that your friend was not interested in discussing them. He said with resignation, “None the matter. I won’t be here very long anyways…”