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?))
She locked at the old hag with a teasing manner and said-"Before anyting you lock very old so if you want divibe burial just say so, we have prices for any hierarchy and for every race ,haha!". After laughing in the old hags face she started to tell her story- "it was a cold night in a small village, Before de acident i had a normal chilhood, my father was the director of a funeral parlor and we lived a normal life, but everyting changed that night...." as she preperd to tell the rest of the story her fake smile disaperd and the old hag notice some tears falling into her own lap -"we were atacked by BLOOD TURSTY ORCS, my family was brutaly killed and to survive i hid in their corpses, i survived but after that tragedy parts of my hair became tainted with blood from my family.....but after that acident i continued the legacy of my father but i couldn´t forgive orcs so beyond guiding the death to the after life i pursue orcs to send them to the grave... and after conecting with the spirit world i can summon up on my dead family members..."
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