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?))
"There isn't much of a story to give. I've been a homebody most of my life learning magics. Mother and Father were both nobles, working politics, and they always pushed me to learn it, but I didn't much care for it. Ever since I was old enough I began to show interest in adventuring, seeing the world, delving deep dungeons. I left my family in Elvenesse, and I don't see myself going back anytime soon... However, I've heard of some magics near this town, Would you mind pointing me in the right direction?" *Esseck begins eyeing the hag, not making eye contact to the best of his ability*
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