Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
When the old hag invites her to sit, Fressa hesitates for a moment before seating herself onto the worn cushion.
"My name is Fressa WIldbriar. A forest dwarf, since you are wondering..." She leans back.
"We weren't the type you would find mining within the mountains. My family would make their homes in the roots of old trees, where the moss grew thick, thick enough to muffle your steps. We were the caretakers of the woods, the streams, and the quiet of the air when the wind is calm.”
She looks up at the hag, meeting her gaze.
“I left home a season ago because the trees were changing. There was less song and more silence. The elk stopped coming down to drink. The streams smelled...wrong. So I left the forest behind, hoping I’d find answers in the lowlands. I've been looking for a place that still feels alive. That’s what brought me through this swamp. It stinks, sure, but you can feel the life under your feet." Her eyes narrow a little.
"You say you were expecting me? Then tell me why a woman like you be expecting a dwarf like me?"
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