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?))
Ah ha ha well my name is Goldrick Delver and my tale is furrowed in greatness and sorrow. I was born into a great blacksmith legacy being the first sin I was destined to carry the legacy of my father and his father. But alas my father was slain in cold blood and I have decided that I will take my revenge.
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