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?))
Quinn sits down and begins retelling his story. “I come from a city just west of here. Mainly of merchants and fighters, nothing too fancy. My mother was a fighter in the city, but she fell in love with a simple weapons merchant, they had me just a few years later. I spent my life learning the ways of combat from my mother, but also the financial and business side of things from my father." Quinn leans back in his chair, reminiscing about home and his past. "I took more after my father though, slowly becoming more like a scholar then a fighter. For the last year or so, I wanted to venture forth past the city gates. I wanted to explore the world and meet other people living past the walls." Quinn stops leaning in his chair, returning to an upright position. "So, just recently, I decided it was time to be on my own and I have been wandering for the last few weeks, meeting creatures big and small alike. That’s till I stumbled upon this town. The atmosphere is nothing I’ve seen before, and it caught my eye quickly."
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