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?))
My name is Frine, I come from the mountains in Norland, I am but a simple miner who wanted a vacation from the grime and dirt of the mines, after a while spent there it gets suffocating and stuffy. I hope to learn to use an axe and shield and become a warrior. I don't think I can spent anymore time in the mines.
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