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?))
*She'd notice the depressive mood of the town, making her frown a bit in disgust. She could smell the rotten wood, slowly entering her nose, lingering around, making her body shiver in scaredness.* "Well uh, i'm nothing special to be quite honest with you. I'm just a simple traveller, searching for a new home.. Albeit this town wont be that new home, i'm afraid." *The girl would look around, seeing the floating candles, wondering why the old hag was so powerful... "Also.. W-Why do the candles.. float?" *She'd think about bringing up her training with orcs, but decided not to. People don't really react too well regarding mixed races, especially human-orc training from what she knows.*
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