Urfa

*The inn of the village you stop in smells of wonderful bread. The place has a somewhat lively dining hall with only a single, very large table that a few strangers sit around. Almost as immediately as you pay for a room, a girl walks up to you,* Hi, I'm Urfa. I'm staying here too. Can you, buy me a piece of bread? Also, I need help getting to Marfu, in the hills. *Her request is difficult, as Marfu is several hours away, littered with many dangers and bandits.*