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?))
*Bonk squints at the hag at the back of the hut while his eyes scanned her suspiciously. The Orc retained his hunched posture to avoid hitting his head on the low ceiling and stepped further inside before sitting onto the chair.* "We haven't met before. Maybe yer are mistak'n me for ma sister, Bink?" *He spoke up in a gruff voice and allowed the broken common to tumble out of his mouth.*
"Speak'n uv Bink, yer wouldn't uv happened ta see ‘er, have yer? we were travel'n togetha ta try an’ reconnect wit' our roots afta mom died. An’ before yer asked she died 'cos we were born outside uv clan lak. Parents were initially part uv it, but were outcast for be'n dishonorable an' disrespect'n laklul. Our fatha was beaten ta deth by da clan for his krimes an our motha raised us before she was kilt when she went into a blood rage 'n a village. So afta all uv ‘dat it's jus been me an' Bink wander'n around."
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