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?))
"I am just a simple mercenary who seeks where the money is. I am a good soldier, just not the most loyal one" I say with a grin "I hail from a nation of great warriors, who also look for pay and work. We make the greatest mercenaries of the Denri peninsula. My ancestors used to raid villages and towns, and fromed and empire of tributaries that formed the Dasgonia Empire. We still follow our ancestor traditions, like teaching out children the way of the blade when young. Sadly I was driven away from there, because of my dealing with some rebels, but again, I seek money, not anything else. speaking of which Do you know anyone who may need a man for hire? Maybe you, the world is a dangerous place, a bodyguard is something you should always consider."
(I'm sorry if this is too little, I made a very in-depth response before, but it crashed the tab. If this is too short, I can fix it.)
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