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?))
"I am looking for my friend, Lyklor" - Said Hagred as he stiffened his demeanor and posture. "He disappeared from our village four days ago, and right in front of my eyes." - Hagred let out a deep sigh as he recalled the memories from that tragic day. "We were sitting on the edge of a cliff near our village. Our wives had requested us to collect mushrooms for the stew they were preparing for the start of spring celebration. I insisted that Lyklor accompanied me as I didn't want to go by myself." - He said as he placed his hand on his forehead "We briefly sat down to watch the cherry blossoms which had just recently bloomed, and during the single moment I lose myself in my thoughts, I tuned back only to realize Lyklor had completely vanished."
Weight: 80kg
Hair: Blond, medium-length, mid-part
Eye color: Green
Outfit: Leather boots, green tunic, brown belt
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