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.”
*I look at her disturbed as she studies my face, recomposing myself once she gestures to sit* I..- guess a hag like you knows quite a lot of things *I say as I sit* as for my story... I live with my tribe on a village not so far away from this town, it's not well known but, since you recognize me... I can expect you to know my native home. I rarely travel to other towns but in recent times thing at the village have been... tough...*she stops for a moment getting a bit lost in her thoughts as she looks sideways* Anyways. *Says regaining her composture, now speaking in a colder tone* I'm not here to tell about the details. Let's just say I have a need to learn about alchemy to create some combat concoctions for defending my place. With proper payment of course. And you seemed to have quite the expertise to do so.
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