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?))
Avilar smiles knowing he will get information
"I have come here seeking power...I never knew my family and I grew up on the streets. However I was taken in by a old scholar who saw something redeemable in me. He then told me stories of The void. Also he taught me how to survive on my own. Furthermore he taught me the art of the scythe, what a glorious weapon! Sadly the scholar passed away but with his teachings I will carve my own path and forge a organization capable of ruling over aevos"
Avilar stands up
"Now tell me how I can get magical powers!"
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