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.”
((How do you respond?))
As Crudoc Venndiel sit down he explains "I come from not to far south of here, i am here on a business venture selling home made jewellery my mother and siters make." he says while looking around the tent, "I never knew my dad and my two sisters always liked to help mom make the jewellery so when my mother got to old to go out and sell them her self i started to make runs for her." He says pointing at his necklaces, rings and other forms of jewellery mainly made out of gold a silver on his body and inside his coat. "Today i was planning to just pass by this area hopefully selling these on my way back up north to my sisters cottage to restock on supply and give some stuff to my mom, mainly food from my travels and money made. I live in the midlands towards the east in a little valley keeping it hiden from raiders and in the perfect spot so where ever i go i can at least be able to go home once a week. If i may ask tho, why might u have been expecting me?" He says scratching the back of his neck.
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