You spot a crouched, haggard figure, wearing only some blood-and-vomit stained rags to cover himself. Shaking and weary, he approaches you. staring at you, - no - right through you. This man has been wandering and was malnourished for several months. Yet, you believe you can see and expression in his eyes, that show the tiniest bit of hope.
"is jis.. Is jis je refugee camp for the exiles of Hazeron?" he mannages to say in a toothless voice.
( well fml, i wrote this before noticing that someone restored SoH. Well, just pretend it's still gone, yes?)