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?))
"I have come for information. A lot of years ago, I lived in a land so far that no one here has ever heard its name. Unfortunately, the kingdom I lived in was invaded by an army of monsters, and I was forced to flee. The journey to this land was so long that almost everyone travelling died or decided not to go further. When we arrived, all the remaining people immediately settled in the nearest city, but I didn't. I wandered in the wild for a while, and I decided to settle somewhere, now that I'm very far from the port I arrived in (I still don't like that area). Could you please indicate me a prosperous and safe kingdom where I can go live?" Having said this, Hearvith nodded sadly as the old woman couldn't help him, and he left teh village and moved on to the next one, once again seeking a kingdom to live in.
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