MaironII

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?))

*Sits down on the small cushion and with a deep thick accent introduces himself..* My name..is Ulfgar Ironfist, I am the son of a Blacksmith. I come from the dwarven city that dwells beneath the mountains *points towards the mountains outside the tent* that one there to be exact. Just like my father I'm following in his footsteps, I took a love of Mining of stone and precious gems as any other Dwarf should. *Looks down in to the palm of his hands thinking* Hopefully I could be as nearly as great as him someday, a good blacksmith and soldier. Ulghar replies.