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?))
Darren settles onto the damp cushion, crimson-spotted vest glowing in candlelight, and lets a confident smirk play at his lips:
“I’m Darren Dartongue, trader of opportunity and promise. The second son to a silks trader out of the commonwealth, I have found much success in the utilization of secrets and deals, as well as meetings and arrangements."
Darren pauses, because he knows it is polite to. However, the silence is not left still for long before Darren continues.
"I wish for my name to be known, but I also know that it will require much less effort than time and proper introductions, and I will patiently await the latter while I fill the former"
Darren pauses one more time cautiously, courteously. He monitors the old hag, looking for any signs of engagement. Just long enough to ensure he had given the opportunity.
"I have had much luck in turning whispered rumors into solid ledgers. I bought a crate of saffron for a song in Val de Lagne and sold it for twice the price in Grense. I brokered a midnight parley between river thieves and a noble envoy and left them both satisfied. I taught myself the Celan tongue by hiding in a tutor’s study until dawn. I wear this silver ring as proof that every door opens for the one who dares to knock. I do not yet know what lies beyond these swamp roads but I am eager to find out.”
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