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?))
"Hello there, miss, I'm Fraser Emberspine", he says as he sits down on the cushion. "I don't have much of a story yet, but I come from Urguan in hopes of progressing my skill as an artisan.". Fraser shifts his weight and looks around before speaking again, "I grew up in the forge and I live by the hammer and wish to continue to do so but during my youth the mori wars made me realize that while I may not be able fight well, I can arm those who can with proper weapons that can defeat these devils and keep our land safe.", he lets out a sigh and goes on to say, "Well at least that's my plan anyway, as long as Yemekar wills it.".
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