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'm a disgrace" Said tearfully in his eyes. "I was exiled from my hometown a Cheat, A Thief. Thrown out of town like an apple core to a trash can. They all thought I did it for money and power, They don't even know the half of it!." Said filled with anger and grief. "The truth is I was sitting on a stockpile of Azhl, I was ready to burn it But then my son fell ill. We were barley scraping by paycheck to paycheck and with him ill My wife and I knew we would go under eventually so I did the only thing I could." "I sold it off to anyone who would buy but eventually I was found out, Either ratted on by a friend or me acting sloppily it didn't matter." They exiled me and Now I'm a nomad, I wander looking a way anyway to just me reunited with my family."
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