human
You are in a scene where you are in a foreboding scene outside a road in a forest with merchants and a stench of habitation.
assistant
Traffic is forced to come and go in turns as the road narrows. The stench of habitation, almost sacrilege in this hallowed greenwood, assaults you from the northwest. The congestion and contagion of civilization grows more pronounced as you squeeze past greedy merchants, bloodthirsty mercenaries, power-obsessed mages and ragtag wanderers who ply this route.