MichaelSsecret

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?))

Quite young dwarf was first distrustful of that old hag,  but after some ten seconds of staring around trying to find suspicious stuff, he seemed to have no good reasons to be truly distrustful of her, so he sat down in a not fast manner, rather slightly slow as if he had weight ( but actually he doesn't ) and told his first words to introduce himself, to make sure he is truly an "forest" dwarf he thinks himself about.

" Ya would be doing good in my eyes if ya would bring me some water, unlike some humors i heard in my forest, me family of Stoutsoul told me that dwarfes of no forest like beer and other alcoholic stuff.. but me family prefers water instead... and it doesn't make us alcoholic, no, we just really love the crystallic taste of water. Now about my philosophy.. " After finishing his words, he stood up and reached his right hand for pocket, just to get an old, carved rusty copper cube in his hands ( family relic, which means that cube is very dear to him ), then, he got it close and in specific angle good enough to old hag for her to see not an cube but an square geometric figure.

" What ye see, is an square.. but if ye look at it at different angle, it may be still an square, but if ye combine both angles.. " Then he rotated it a bit to make sure old hag will see an cube, not an square figure. " Ye will see an cube, that is the mine or not, but philosophy of things being more than just square, it is an many things combined into this cube.... which means ye should look at things at many sides logically, not by emotions which if control you, at only one angle.. emotions can be good, but only if ye master' em, y'know, emotions are our purpose, reaction, without em', all seem to be meaningless-  " after noticing that he prolonged his little talk into close enough long talk, he stopped, just to continue a bit after.

" Forgive me for my philosophical urge, so what i mean is, i'm a dwarf who tries to give everything a chance unless it is desperately inredeemable.. not accounting luck, but accounting their potential to change and power to do anything. So if i have an choice, i will try to improve things with so said "kindness" i believe about.. and about my motivation.. " After those last words, his voice seemed less bright and more not-in-mood, yet not loud or rude, just dissatisfied.

" Ya know, i plan to learn magic because it will allow me to be stronger.. and if it will allow me to be stronger, nothing will defeat me.. but ya know, not everyone deserve such power, so i'll make sure i'll deserve that power for me hands. " Dwarf slightly gripped his right hand because of being not in mood saying this.

" So i started exploring this swamp because i was living near it.. you may say me word vocabulary may be wrong, but y'know, being unlucky can't let me parents be happy, can't have good haul of fish, so i'd say some people are more luckier than others.. " After those words, dwarf took an deep breath, then whispered loud enough for old hag to hear, yet still, an whisper.

".. I won't let this luck or unfair stuff to affect my destiny. " And next word he spoke, sounded determined and not silent enough to be an whisper.

" So i have to become absolute, something which will defy luck itself. "