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.”
"What brings me here?" I growl, my voice deep and guttural. "I seek power. The power to crush my enemies and claim what is rightfully mine."
"I am Gruush, and I want power, gold, jewels, treasures beyond your wildest dreams."
The old hag nods, her eyes glinting with something akin to amusement. "I have no doubt that you won't," she says. "Now go, Gruush. The swamp awaits."
You nod, acknowledging the old hag's words, and rise from the cushion. As you step outside the tattered tent, you are met with the familiar smell of rotted wood and wet moss that permeates throughout the swampy town ready to become a warrior !
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