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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?))


Hrungrar would stare for a brief pause at the old hag before spitting out a tarry substance on the ground and sitting on a nearby creaky stool, "Oi so you 'ave ol' wench?" Hrungrar kicked off his boots and stared up at the candles swirling above his head as he proceeded with his story, "Lived a life of toil and tradition I did, knowin' only solace in tha' dark, echoin' tunnels of me mines. I spent t'ose years searchin' for ores and treasures of ol'. T'is was until I struck tha' largest vein of gold I ever did see an' t'rough me greed I loaded up me wagon and lef' in the night. I had only hid me gold under a few straws and t'ought someone would find it but I was wrong, I was able ta leave wit' no issue. Tha' was until me horse was spooked on tha' way down tha' mountain and I lost me wagon of gold to tha' gorge." The old hag would give a slight grin at the mention of the dwarf's now unbeladen wagon while mumbling, "Wagon you say..." Hrungrar responds, "I didn't 'ere you wench, anyways I spent all night trekin' to town hopin' to find it on tha' way down but to me surprise all tha' was left was me wagon in pieces with no gold to be found." The dwarf would cough and smack his lips appearing to be parched while loudly proclaiming, "Tha's enough of smakin' me gob, got any ale?" The old hag would proceed to pull out a half empty bottle of what appeared to be ale while saying in an eerie tone, "I'll make you a deal dwarf, I'll give you this ale if you continue your tale." A wide grin appeared on the dwarf's face as the scene would fade to black followed by some light cackling of the old hag.