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?))
A long moment passes before Mazon replies to the woman....
"Whats it to you? Mind your business"
After a few minutes of studying her face as well as the situation in the tense moment, Mazon decides to sit down and arrange his gouged and dirty heavy plate armor and dulled longsword from his escape from death on the ground next to him to dry by the fire before speaking.
"I'm come in and escaped from my village being raided by Humans...... My children are dead to the fires and spells cast by the Humans."
To which the woman replied:
"Yes I know, sit down, sit down let me get you something to eat. There is little time and much to discuss. I will help you"
Mazon, while reluctant to accept the help from a human woman, is injured from battle and needs a night to rest before leaving to the nearest Orcish settlement to start a new family after losing everything...
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