You’ve just stepped off of the boat in the port of a massive and fortified city. Before you lies a sprawling bazaar, with numerous shops, stalls, and seated traders selling wares to folk of all walks of life. Just as you’re about to continue walking onwards, into the market, you’re approached by a well-dressed gentleman who looks upon you with a big smile. “Welcome!” He began. “What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?”
How do you respond?
My face lights up with a smile in return, and I begin to chuckle, “Grand aspirations eh? No no, that wouldn’t even begin to describe my goals!” I ponder for a moment, “But to put it simply, grand aspirations of wealth are what I envision.” I look around, observing my surroundings. “Say, by chance could you point me to the nearest tavern?” I laugh and say with a tone of sarcasm, “Our boat ran out of ale on the way here, they should’ve known to prepare more when there’s Dwedmar aboard!” My smile begins to fade as I snap back to reality, “Ah please forgive my rude manners! The name’s Haghar Ironhammer, pleased to meet your acquaintance!”
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