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?))
"Expected me, eh?" Grimnar mutters, his gaze never leaving the hag’s face. "Not many know a Dwarf’s name without some reason. But if ye think I’m here for yer hospitality, ye’re mistaken. I’ve traveled far, through swamps and under dark skies, but I don’t take kindly to being watched. So, tell me this, hag—what is it you know about me, and why are ye waiting for me in this filthy place?"
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