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?))
As a weary northern wanderer I feel sweatty, tired and breathless in this type of humid weather. While trying to catch my breath I say a bit harshly. ''By the Keepers of the Flame woman, let me catch my breath for a moment.'' As I remove my sword belt and puting it next to the cushion I try to sit but its more like dropping from exhaustion as I've been tired drifting the south. '' Name's Conn, I'm a Norlander. I've been travelling south for father knows how many days as of today and I still couldnt get use to this Father damned heat. Gaffur the thief from the Karamanoğullari asked me to come to you. We've met while I was on guard duty back home. I let him slip, he gave me a cut and got me leaving the dark, gloomy, cold mountains that I resided. I wanted to see more than that and here I am. Gaffur told me that you needed someone like me. I dont know south and I cant manage anything requiring a tad of dexterity but I can fight like Bjor The Berserke's himself. So... When do we start?
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