You spot a large building in the distance, which if the sounds of jovial laughter and banter were anything to go by then it's likely this building is likely to be an inn of some sort. Thinking that this is likely where the most friendly pandaren might be, you decide to head towards it - hoping its residents are sober enough to notice you at your reduced size.
Navigating the ravines in the cobblestone, you begin your journey to the front of the inn without encountering any of the village's residents or their footwear. The sounds of shouting and laughing only increase in volume as you approach, becoming rather strenuous on your eardrums, as it seems your reduced size has made you more sensitive to the sounds around you. After an hour of traveling or so, you make it to the front of the inn, the building's interior and residents becoming apparent to you.
The scene explains the quietness of the village almost instantly as at least a dozen pandaren carouse in what would be a welcoming and enjoyable environment to you. Some of these inhabitants are engaged in jovial conversation, some have clearly had too much to drink and are taking a snooze on their tables while others continue to drink well into the day. Getting the attention of even one of these titans may prove difficult, but at the very least you can tell they seem like a friendly people, if you can get them to see you you're certain that they'll do what they can to help.
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