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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.”

((How do you respond?))

Pixtus' eyes quickly and methodically scanned the sparsely furnished tent. With nothing of interest, no threats, and the old crone impatiently serving tea to an empty seat, he trudged through the mud towards her.
"As per usual with human sized chairs, they're never made with dwarves in mind" he complained while climbing up onto the seat and adjusting himself to be as comfortable as the old creaking chair would allow.

"I've been in a creative rut you see. With lesser of my kin around these years, it's been a pain in the arse finding a sensible teacher." Pixtus reached over and started to dump in spoonfuls of sugar into the tea.
"I've resorted to just making as many swords 'n axes as I can be bothered to for some quick coin while I wait. With these senseless territory wars always breaking out, the steady demand for maintenance and weapons has been good for business."  He boasted with one hand in his beard and one hand still adding an unhealthy amount of sugar to his tea. It was clear from the look on the old crone's face that they were displeased with Pixtus' actions.

"Perhaps you may be wasting your time here. Your kin has been quite scarce for some time now" the old hag sighed. "What might you be looking for? After all, it is quite rare for you to leave the mountains."

"I have heard stories from kin that some of our own have headed into cities of humans for new opportunities. Knowing my clan, they definitely are looking to make a name for themselves amongst the human kings. I've come looking for new opportunities myself! Inspiration always tends to strike me when I'm least expecting it and I need a change of pace anyways. And as my father always used to say, Audentus Fortuna Iuvat!" He laughed and took a big swig of his tea. Pixtus furrowed his brows gently set it down on the table. "You wouldn't happen to have anything stronger eh?.. Actually scratch that. I should get going anyways. Time awaits no-one, especially the talented."  And with that Pixtus jumped out of his chair and began rummaging through the contents of his backpack. "If you see any of my kin, can you send em my way? I forgot to let anybody know where I'm headed"

"And where would that be?" she looked over towards pixtus with a slight smirk on her face. 

"Well I was hoping you'd actually tell me where the nearest human city is. It's been far too long since I've been down here." He took out a small parchment and left it on the table. "After all, my kin call you the guide for a reason."