Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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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U'laag peers down and narrows his eyes at the decrepit woman before him. He digs his heels into the damp wooden floor, "I'm fine with not sitting." It's clear the orc has no true harmful intention. His presence is much like that of a shark. Initially terrifying, but ultimately harmless. The cabin fills with a sense of awkwardness. U'laag clears his throat, "So... my story..." He shifts around once more as though he was nervous to tell his tale. "I come from an Orcish village very far from here... about a two days walk if I say so... my father, he was the chief, the leader. As you may know, as his son it is my place to kill him and take his place when I am grown, and he is too old to rule. This... tradition is not one I wished to partake in. I do not wish to kill my father, and so, I was banished from my village. Shamed and kicked out to be nothing more than a lost man. That is where I stand today. I have nothing more than the clothes on my back. I don't know where to go from here." By the end of his story, U'laag had taken a seat next to the woman and had pulled his knees to his chest. He turns his head to look into the womans gaze, "What about you?"
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