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?))
Skaul sits down cross legged with is hands on his knees, "I come for the thrill of adventure and simply because I love helping people, about 8 years ago I was chasing a pickpocket that had recently stolen a sack with some of my money in it when I cam across a woman, she had had her husband stolen from her in the night by some loan sharks, so I set off to find him, figured the pickpocket would need the gold more anyways. After I successfully got the woman her husband back, I figured I'm rather good at helping people and decided id set out to do just that."
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