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.”
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The dwarf was hesitant as he did not know this hag nor did he want to. But for some strange reason, he entered her tent and found himself sitting in a chair beside her, gazing at the fire. “My story?” He spoke in his Scottish accent before chuckling his deep toned chuckle. “I come from a proud line, a kingdom full of gold. Gold that can be piled high to the tallest of mountains! We made weapons that could cut through stone, as sharp as a dragons claw! Our armor made from the finest dwarvin iron, one that was touch as a scale of a dragon.” He spoke before his pride faded. “But that time has gone now, when the dragon came, our kingdom had fallen. All the gold lost inside that cave, buried below the belly of that bloody dragon. With our kingdom lost, so am I and I came here to look for my purpose.”
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