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?))
''heehhh, hello? are you sure you were expecting me''? asked very dubiously. ''hehhh, i was told there would be a nice workshop where i could slave away hehh, not a big ugly muddy stinky swamp with unfertile land that doesn't have more than 8 residents''. the setting made Gruben very nervous which made him bite his nails allot. ''heh, i am Gruben i was born in Sludgeville growing up farming wheat, potato and carrots, sometimes i could sort the cartographers maps. my last year there i could help the blacksmith but i left for an adventure till i find a new place to stay doing temporary jobs on the way''. ''i hoped it would be here butt.. what is this place''? first instance Gruben thought this was hell, no farms? what do they eat? eachother?, it wouldn't have been a bad shout considering the state the land was in, Gruben doesn't participate in cannibalism and is unsure if this is the place to stay....
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