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?))
"Oh, I just, uh..." you stutter. Sorry, miss. I was just sniffing. "I am in town looking for supplies for a trip." ''she come on, sit lad' ' He sits down and begins his story:I was born in the Wolf Clan far north of here when I was 6; my tribe was attacked by humans, and me and the elders managed to escape. high in the mountain. She nods to signal to keep going. My parents and anyone of any age perished in the attack. She says "I'm sorry for your loss." "The elders trained me; "I was told to come here to get supplies months ago, and when I returned to the camp, they were all dead." He takes out a note and says, "I found a note saying who it was—it was the same humans that wiped most of my clan out." Before the passing of the elders, they told me of a second wolf clan base far west and that they would help" so I was getting supplies for the trip." He stands up getting his stuff to leave and thanked the old lady for her time'.
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