Y a series of canou’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 bydles 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?))
The dwarf said "no story of mine will ever satisfy the will of man.", the dwarf the gets up and leave the town but before he does. The dwarf stops by the tavern to get something to eat the smell of the place as horrible of the rotting bodies that he smelled for years of my life. He sits down and says "I'll have a beer and some pork." The tavern keeper comes over and say "You I remember you the old world the war." The dwarf looks up and says "I am sorry my friend you have gotten the wrong dwarf." the tavern keeper sighs and asks for 20 coins (I don't know what the currency is called sorry). The mysterious dwarf gives them to him on the coins is the symbol of the old dwarven kingdoms. The tavern keep takes the coins and gives him his food. After the dwarf is done her gets up remembering his past sins and the screams of those who he...he... after he's done he leaves the tavern and goes back to the road to his better life.
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