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?))
Aurick's twin brother Talon would speak first for he was always the more outgoing of the two of us "My brother and I have set from our home to study different cultures and people" *he'd pause for a moment after a gust of wind sweeps through* "Eventually we would like to find a new home and try and resurface what's left of our clan" he said I sat quietly observing the crone looking for any sign of danger for that is what he is the silent protector who jealously guards those important to him. Aurick would finally speak up with a voice that could be compared to the roughness of sandpaper and a protective tone "Our clan was scattered after a large group of goblins raided our small village and we have been wandering ever since"
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