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?))
Setting down his pack and sitting on the cushion, he offered a question to the woman, "If I tell you mine will you tell me yours?" Taking a piece of bread from his pack he took a small bite before continuing. "It's a rather simple story, I'm just a simple blacksmith wanting to find a new home and to hone my craft." Breaking a piece off and offering to the woman, "What brings you here, and what happened to this town?" Rooting through his pack past the hammers and marks of his trade he fished out a fragment of a tattered map, showing it to the woman, "Have you heard of this place? I hear the ores there are phenomenal" Taking back the map from the woman before folding it up and slipping it back into his pack. "I hope to create something that will be remembered throughout the ages one day, something to lay my mark on the world."
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