The Nightmare Switch

The guard is unmotivated to provide further information. She waves you away, and mouths the words, 'tomorrow'.

If you want to try something hard, like convincing her to give you more information, roll a d20 and tell me what you're trying to do. Also reminds me if you're Trained or Specialized in that usage.

Deymish shrugs. "I am just the delivery person. Either way, I'm not going to spend a lot of time in this town not knowing what afflicts them."

You're identify one of the buildings you've passed I the way from the ship is a tavern. After dripping the creates back at the body, and Deymish secures the freight and decides to take a nap, you wander back to the unnamed tavern.

Inside, you see a few people: the barkeep is slouched in a chair looking haggard (numerous empties are scattered on his counter; he clearly had chores he could attend to), and three young men are dutifully polishing off a third pitcher of some vermilion liquor as if they are engaged in a long, laborious process. Trudge-drinking, one might say.

The bartender gets up and pours half of a stout tankard of the same liquor. It smells pretty potent, closer to the whiskey side than the beer or wine side of the scale.

"These guys are trying to see if getting falling down dead drunk will keep the nightmare at bay. Not that it worked yesterday. Or anything else for anybody else. Nobody has gotten much sleep these past, I don't know, weeks? It's hard to keep things straight anymore."

Without interacting with people, all Raezhon will see is this universal exhaustion. Conversations are few and far between, even less so with a stranger around, although they're not obscenely suspicious.

If you want to two something less general, you could do so and attempt a roll. Perception, interrogation, medicine, or psychology, perhaps? Your call as to the approach.