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?))
*He moves over a stool and pulls himself up so he can sit on it, *The dwarf clears his throat, Ahem*. He responded with, "Well it all started in a quaint little town" *The Dwarf says with a heavy Sigh* "When i turned 5 my village was over run by the Rat men" *He begins to chuckle*. "When the rat men invaded they took my Father" [He says nervously]. "My father told me to run as fast as i possibly could" *his voice starts to shake* "that was the last time i ever saw him. its been 5 years since i last saw him ive been on the run my whole life" *starts to swing his feet because hes to short to put them on the ground and hes nervous*. "all this time i was stuck in the forest no mountain to call home always on the move looking for a safe place to stay". *he looks up menacigly* "But how did you know i was coming." *He jumps down from the stool and pulls out a dagger* "WHO TOLD YOU I WAS COMING"
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