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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The Orc strides up gregariously and sits down on the cushion with a mighty slam! "Sure Elder lady, want an Oyster?" The Orc reaches into the sack in his hands and produces a fresh oyster, cracking it open and passing it to the Old Hag with a tusky smile.
"Always important to feed your elders." He chirped, before rubbing his chin with consideration.
"Well it all began with the sea. Momma taught me how to dive, like her pops did before her, and his before him." The Orc cracks open his own oyster and slurps up the contents.
"Been livin off the sea for me whole life. Water is good eatin, good livin." He smiles happily. Eating his Oysters with a grin.
"But the land's gettin dangerous these days, bad beasties, bad guys. Not right." The Orc says gravely. Cracking open another shell in his powerful hands.
"So I'm travelin, Crackin a few skulls on the bad'uns. Sellin a few Oysters. Fightin the bad. Carve the way." The Orc nods firmly.
"Like Krug intended."
The orc stands then leaving the bag of oysters for the old lady.
"Eat on up Elder Lady, bad times a comin." The orc strides toward the door, ducking down to dodge the low door frame.
"And you ain't built tough like me." The Orc strides off into the night whistling a carefree tune, thinking on if swamp crab tasted just as good as sea crab.
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