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?))
"My story huh?, well I can't say it's much of one yet." She leans back, eyes drifting to the ceiling, clearly thinking "You ever try feeding dwarves anything? If it ain't meat or fermented, they aren't touching it" she finishes sourly, gesturing around she continues "I wanna cook, be a chef, even a dump like this might hold fauna I can use! Stone knows, mushrooms are firmly the area expertise of any dwarf cook! These hav' even seen sunlight and stone knows what else!" She finishes with a laugh.
"Sorry my story ain't exactly a tale to be sung but it is what it is".
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