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?))
Dolor is quite surpriesed, but obeys nonetheless. He slowly sits down on the cushion and begins his story. "I was born into a middle class merchant family. I had a decent upbringing and worked around the family business, but it was always obvious that I wouldn't inheret any of it as I had an older brother who was already promised to continue the family traditions. When we came of age I was told to find my path in a different town to expand the horizons of the business. On my way here I met Bernard and Menna. As we all left our homes to find a new life. Now I am looking for opportunities here." While he is talking he is looking around the tent and observing his enviroment.
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