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?))
Leoni's eyes would dart around the dimly lit tent with suspicion before answering. "I'm Leoni, a swordsmen hailing from the Heartlands of Almaris. I took a ship with the Adrians to escape that cursed land and have traveled here in search of work. Mina would be preferable..." He'd say as he sat himself down, resting his hands on his knees.
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