He lived in a mine with lots of dwarves which was like a huge cave. In the mine he would often go to mine for iron ore and coal. When not mining, the dwarf would drink vast amounts of beer and then work as a blacksmith making dwarven hammers and pickaxes for mining. He was mostly illiterate and half blind from a mining accident. One day he decided he was bored of dwarf cave mining so decided to leave the cave. He decided to go to a nearby city to try to be a blacksmith and fight zombies and other enemies. He walked for a long time and then saw a place, and thought to bring along nothing with him because he forgot. He used to live at Urguan for a while when he was small the Grand KIngdom of Urguan.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
((How does your character respond? Please ensure your response is at least six sentences long, and uses at least two actions.))
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"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until… "Oh I just came from the Grand Kingdom of Urguan many years ago now because I have been wandering on the road for a while." He walked into the shack and waved to the witch. "In fact I was just coming here to ask if you know where I should go to find more dwarves because I would like to join them to see what is going on at the moment." He walked to the chair and sat down. "Can you please tell me where is a place I can become a blacksmith or go mining for coal and iron ore please because I would like to do so because it is my experience that this is good." He pulled out some beer and began to drink it. GLUG GLUG GLUG GLUG. He drank some more. "And also I hope to make of myself mostly a blacksmith but maybe also a dwarf warrior or wizard if it's possible, and maybe someday the dwarf king if I live long enough. Maybe I will die in battle against the zombies long before then though so I will just see what happens. First I need to find a new hammer to smith with and also to use against zombies or also an iron sword could be good." He fell off the chair because it broke. "Ow, your chair is broken. It is a bad chair if it was a dwarf chair it would be fine."
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