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 came form a great tribe of Orcs. Here on a quest to find my true calling. In the tribe I was a blacksmith, but I have came here to take up adventuring. May even take up bounty hunting if that is what is needed of me. I know my fate is already set out for me. So what is to come of me so be it."
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