Hairy_sonic

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?))

*The orc breathing got deeper and louder as they entered, the noise echoing in the room creating a creepy atmosphere, setting the mood of the conservation. The red eyes sharpened upon the old hag, staring at her with intensity before speaking* “Expecting me? Now isn’t that creepy for a old hag who’s by themselves in the back of the room” *The orc hesitated to sit on the cushion, preferring to stand, but began to weave his tale to the hag, being careful not to spill where he was going next.* “I was under the impression that… this little town was a workshop, you see… Even orcs need human money!” *A loud laugh came from the orc as he finally sat on the cushion* “I’m a simple worker who needs to get back home, nothing more nothing less. Travel is almost impossible without money so why wouldn’t I come to a rural village to work and potentially learn?” *Memories flooded into his head of his home, with his brother and sisters as they celebrated, a small tear came from his eye* “If you could point me towards the local work house, I’ll be forever in your debt”