Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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.”
((How do you respond?))
``For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation
I'm Toebone, i come from deep in the mountain where i was born and i have been wandering the world to find the richest ore of all known by Carbarum, but it seems hard to find these days´´ breathes heavaly and contemplates his memory for a moment.
``Nathless i learned along the time how to make friends and fight monsters hunt my own food and grow my crops.´´
``i´m known to be a solitary dwarf prefering to be alone wen possible but always helping those along my jurny to find the ore i dream of,all i seem to care about these days is ore, having the biggest riches a dwarf can carry.´´
´´thats why i came to you, i was looking for a potion to make my pickaxe the hastyest of them all, the strongest´´ looks at the witch waiting for the response.
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