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?))
Galmar gets near the cushion and sits on it with a little jump, takes a little to long to get confortable on it before answering the old woman:
- "Name's Galmar Stonefist, and as you can see, I'm a dwarf. I spent a lot of time inside the mountains, mining, forging, cutting things, but..." he stops and make a large movement with his arms "I know nothing about the world outside". Galmar scratches his nose, bothered by the smell, and cleans his throat before continuing "I'm not great warrior or famous blacksmith, nor do I come from a noble dwarven family. I serve the Clan (to be decided which one)and do as they command, and their command for me was to go and learn about the world outside the mountains, learn about the others the roam this place, and to find something that makes the travel worth: a treasure, a relic, a partner..." He moves on the cushion, unconfortable, "To be fair, I don't know what the Clan expects from me, but if they tell me to go out and learn, I'll go out and learn as they told me to", finishes the dwarf, with a satisfied expression, as serving the Clan is what he was trained for.
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