>>17920755http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhIQi8zJH5cIt turns out Grunschloot wasn't lying. Aside from a few residents in the town plaza, the village is practically a ghost town. No one else seems to be in the town for miles, and most buildings seem deserted altogether.
Compared to North Havernshire, it's significantly more secluded and lower-class. It's glummer, darker, and bleak. Whatever happened all those decades ago must have stuck with the villagers, because none of them seem in the mood to do anything but mope around.
"Excuse me, sir? Mind giving us a hand?"
With Anina trembling close behind, twiddling her fingers, you approach a nearby gloomy Politoed. Three are dark rings under his eyes, the curl sprouting from his head is /uncurled/, and he seems too dead looking to want to do anything.
In his hands is a newspaper, dated today's exact date...except a mere fifty years ago.
Politoed doesn't look up but acknowledges your presence with an emotionless croak.
A) "Why the long face?"
B) "What's up with your newspaper?"
C) "I hear witches really hate water, can you summon rain with your drizzliness?"