You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
My... Story? I don't know why you would want to know it, not like its interesting, but I have a few hours to kill, so, here we go.
I grew up in a mountain town in the far north, we were extremely isolated. There were few other smiths in the town, and my father was one of them, he wasn't a spectacular one but he definitely knew his trade, over the years he taught me everything he knew on smithing, such as tools, armor, and weapons, the thin steel plating I currently wear was my first ever suit of armor, it's saved my behind quite a few times... Oh, you never heard of this town? probably because it blew up, can't remember why, but while I was away at the mines I heard an explosion and the town was a crater by the time I got back, after scavenging whatever was left from the rubble, I started wandering, honing my smithing skills along the way. I would say what happened to me in between leaving my town and coming here, but its all a blur, and what I can remember wouldn't be interesting.. oh how I ended up in this town? I was hoping there would be food, I would kill for some venison!
The hag looks pleased, she then asks Miros to talk more about himself.
You want... More? not sure what makes me so interesting but lets see... I like the colour blue, I enjoy the cold for obvious reasons. My hobbies include smithing, exploring old ruins, and surprisingly, I have gotten into book keeping, it's quite a difficult hobby since I travel a lot but my bag of holding can handle it, most of the weight comes from the books I keep, and I have an anvil in there! My favorite book is this handwritten one on the history of the dwarfs, apparently it was written 200 years ago! But that's about it for me and my hobbies, anything else you wanted to know?
The old hag then asks Miros what he thinks about the current state of the world.
Honestly, I don't care, people will go on with their lives as they have for centuries, sometimes life may become harder but people endure, at the very least we can revert back to cavemen and start life anew, and hopefully information on how we do everything won't entirely be lost.
The old hag mouths a few words, then looks at Miros thoughtfully as she disappears.
Woah, freaky. Hmmmm, now, where could I get venison around here?
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