Monipo82

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.”

 

Nori looks the crone up and down, wondering how it’s possible that she was waiting for him when he had never met her before… “I come from a mountain home, pickaxe and anvil have been my companions since I have memory, like most of my kind I grew up learning the secrets of the stone and the hammer” – Nori pauses for a second wondering if the crone is getting bored by his explanation, but her eyes remain undoubtedly interested and fixed – “It is not common for my kind to leave clan and family and venture to the surface so far from home" - The dwarf takes a moment to reflect on his chilhood, back then he used to think that he would never leave the mountain home, it was his whole world - "As much as the mountains are a part of me, I grew more and more restless, caravans from the outside world brought tales and trinkets of realms far beyond the mountain gates, uncharted lands of untold legend and riches awaiting discovery, I simply felt the call of the wide world and ventured forth, away from home”