So we were heading toward Jumba Town-- again-- and this time we made it without any real trouble. Which I'm happy for, since we've been running into trouble too often. I'm beginning to wonder if there is a force conspiring against us, or if it's just coincidence sticking it's foot into our path to trip us up.
When we arrived in the city, we docked and went into town. I sent Helene to conduct the trading while we went to the bar to hang about for a little while. We heard the interesting rumors about a ghost attacking people. I remember this tale the last time we were in the area. I am slightly skeptical, but I don't think the random people have any reason to lie.
On our way out of the bar, a man approached us and told us to follow him for some information. Suspecting a trap we made our way together with him. But what he showed us wasn't a trap. Not for us anyway. He had dug up a corpse. He claims it is of another sailor who came from outside the town. The dead man was asking questions about the local town council. Then ended up buried in the ground.
Someone, unfortunately, spied on our little meeting and escaped back to town before we caught him. We were approached by some thugs in the street. And by approached I mean attacked. We fought them off... but that leaves us with more questions than we had before. And perhaps we are in a dangerous and unfriendly town. Sounds like we'll feel right at home.
When we arrived in the city, we docked and went into town. I sent Helene to conduct the trading while we went to the bar to hang about for a little while. We heard the interesting rumors about a ghost attacking people. I remember this tale the last time we were in the area. I am slightly skeptical, but I don't think the random people have any reason to lie.
On our way out of the bar, a man approached us and told us to follow him for some information. Suspecting a trap we made our way together with him. But what he showed us wasn't a trap. Not for us anyway. He had dug up a corpse. He claims it is of another sailor who came from outside the town. The dead man was asking questions about the local town council. Then ended up buried in the ground.
Someone, unfortunately, spied on our little meeting and escaped back to town before we caught him. We were approached by some thugs in the street. And by approached I mean attacked. We fought them off... but that leaves us with more questions than we had before. And perhaps we are in a dangerous and unfriendly town. Sounds like we'll feel right at home.
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