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.”
*Coughs* "Well, my father was exiled from his clan. Cast aside for his defiance to the ruler, they sent him away. And because I was his child, I was subject to the same punishment." He sighs, and lazily kicks a bit of mud on the floor
"So, I grew up with minimal interactions and with little knowledge of my people, our religion and our culture. My father taught me how to hunt, to survive and how to mine most importantly. Now that I am of age, I need to find my people, learn my heritage and find a new home where I belong." He looks to the ground and back up to the lady "So, with that aside... reckon you could point me in the direction to the closest dwarven kingdom?
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