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?))
Kalle jolts back, fearful of what else this old hag might know about them, but after a warm smile from her, Kalle sits down reluctantly. "I don't know much about my past, only that my mother broke from the clan and mated with a human, my father. They both died casted out from their respective nations, leaving me to fend for myself." Kalle said, gripping tightly to the tattered green clothing that they wore. "I've had to fend for myself since I could remember. I stole bread from villages and towns that I've wandered, I've fought off packs of wolves trying to make me their next meal, anything you can think of. All I want is to find a place that I can call home." Kalle spoke, their throat choking up as they could feel their human half take over for just a second. Kalle's orc pride wouldn't allow them to cry infront of a complete stranger.
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