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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?))

"Don't have any idea why you'd be expecting me. I'm not really used to that" mumbles Grub, as a small smile forms on his face. "Sorry to disappoint, but nothing has brought me to this town other than the road from the previous one. And I think the locals back there would prefer it if I didn't backtrack." He places his large backpack near the tent flap and nears the woman with labored steps.

Grub sits down on the woman's cushion, squishing it under his large frame. "I hope this isn't expensive" he mutters, pointing down at the flattened fabric underneath him. Before she can answer, he continues. "Well I'm an orc, as you can tell. There wasn't much left for me back home besides ridicule, seeing as I took the time to learn to speak and read Common rather than spend every waking hour smashing things with a club." 

Grub takes off his at large necklace made of leather and stares at the blood-red stones affixed to it. "I do still have respect for my family ties, but it was clear that I didn't fit the mold of the ideal son. So I left a few years ago." He fastens the necklace back around his neck, and adjusts it to display the stones at the front. 

"If you've been expecting me, I just assume you've been expecting something or someone unusual to show up at some point. To provide excitement I guess, I can't imagine there's much going on in this village. I try not to stir up excitement though, but on account of who I am and where I come from sometimes I can't do enough to prevent people from being interested," Grub says as he hangs his head a bit lower.

"What's exciting to me is finding out what's around the next corner. Some say I'm a vagabond, a vagrant, or worse names. I don't often settle in one place for too long, so the epithets come and go. Most of them I don't mind too much." 

"But the only town that ever treated me well called me a nomad. So I decided to let that one stick."