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?))
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Vilhjalmr would eye the hag over suspiciously for a long few moments, before electing to reply. "I come from the wilds; a town much like this one, that has seen many winters. I wager you've seen your fair share of winters, too. I come to this town for the reasons that any traveller might. Adventure. Purpose. Salvation. I will found out which one it is in due time."
He typically dresses in sturdy wilderness garb.
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