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.”
((How do you respond?))
Berlin pauses - and puts his bow and arrows down to the side (next to the chair).
Berlin inhales a deep breath and gazes shortly towards the hag.
He exhales, then slowly takes a sit.
"Look, I don't mean to be rude, mam, but I really need to get going quickly. If it concerns you, I don't mean any harm - I am just a passionate hunter from the west - looking to learn the art of archery"
"I was told that, the best archery is at the south. That is where I am going. Do you know anything about it?"
Dark red hair, red eyes
Semi-muscular but rather thin man
He masters the art of archery
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