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?))
"Err, like that isn't in the slightest bit creepy but alright..- What is my story again- long story short I'm getting to the point where I should be looking to marry my lovely girlfriend, settling down after being a menace as a teenager but nah.. I'm looking for the best legacy of all.. My own tavern! Imagine every single race known to man after a long days work if that's killing each other or doing **** all. Every single person man or woman- or...Anyone; Come to my tavern have a good ol' pint and get along under my roof.
Maybe that isn't the story you was looking for like a abused child looking for revenge... or a strong knight looking for his way in the world!... No, I want to be the peoples person. The one to go to for help... and make my own alcohol of course, well that's my goal and I'm proud of it-...
Oh wait you said my story, yeahhh' I have nothing to say about that, I worked basic jobs hopping town to town doing any job that required doing to make a living but hay ho, the future is what's important! Anyways sorry about rambling your ear off but you did kinda ask for it.. Hmm, by chance do you know where I could possibly find a job?"
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