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?))
Brodir looks around, eyes wide and staring accusingly. "You've been expecting me? Who are ye? I'll nae sit with no witch who will nae tell me her name. Speak! And I'll hear what ye have to say." He mutters, eyeing the hag with suspicion. The scent of incense makes his nostrils itch, and he sneezes loudly.
Backstory
Brodir comes from a large extended family, with inumerable cousins, nephews and other relations - It is sometimes unclear (even to Brodir himself) whether or not all of his distant relations actually exist. Frankly, some of the supposed exploits of his family members often seem a little far-fetched, though nobody as yet has bothered to investigate Brodir's tall tales more closely. Brodir travels from place to place seeking odd jobs and seasonal work, wherever it takes him, prefering those that require physical labour to more intellectual pursuits. Brodir himself can, at times, be bellicose and suspicious of strangers (especially when he's had a stiff drink or two), but can quickly become friendly and even jovial with those he comes to know more closely.
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