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?))
Ah, welcome old hag and well met. I wish to sit, as I have been traveling for...*sniffs air....and clears throat* goodness, that is a specific odor.
Anyway, I have been traveling for a long time, looking for others to join me in building an army to fight those who attack us and destroy the peace of others. I pursue that to this day, finding peace through power. In my age, I have enjoyed the simpler things of farming, but I can't hope yet to die with honor on the fields of glory in a 100 v 100.
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