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?))
Looks to the spot before moving forward and taking a seat. He would look at the candle nearest him and offer her a nod before speaking, "I... I am not sure. I know I am supposed to be here though; it's the only place I have left. I come from the North, my people are hungry, and I would see them fed. They seek shelter, and protection which we can build and provide easily enough, but I have come here seeking your......Wisdom." He would pause feeling the bite of his own words, he had prayed but nothing had answered and now..... now here he was appealing to this.... witch. "I don't know the lands as well as I should, and should you be willing to help us with food, or animals then we will find some way to.......repay you." He would squint, "If my story is the price then so be it. I am Alerion, orcs raided my home, but did not kill us, they took what they wanted, and we then were set on our way, I don't know why they didn't take us, but here we are. That is not to say they did not leave us with no.... gifts." pulls back his sleeve to reveal a scar. "I am no one important, and most likely never will be, but I care for my people and seek to give them a better home, that is all."
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