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?))
Cadwell takes a seat as he ganders around the inside of the tent, he accidently gets a strong whiff of the rotting smells around him as he inhales causing him to cough once in his closed fist. "Ugh-... Terribly sorry, I uh-" Cadwell directs his attention to the hag, he attempts to fake a smile as he takes a seat. "You can call me Cadwell, I was a forge-hand of sorts, I assisted the blacksmith of my hometown with her orders, she... didn't see much potential in me, every time she gave me a chance to prove myself I... came up short, so far..."
Cadwell takes out a small leather satchel, within is a collection of three fine smith-working tools that seem either broken, poorly made or otherwise useless. "I took the job as a learning opportunity to develop a skillset of my own in tinkering with finer works." Cadwell presents one of the tools, the shoddy craftsmanship is on full display as he attempts to twist a small crank, it's unclear what it was intended to do as all that seems to come of the motion is the tool clicking for a moment before breaking apart into many pieces within Cadwell's hands. "As you can see I have a long way to go... But I'm resolute! I shall achieve great works in my future, of this I have no doubt in my mind. Blacksmithing will give me a strong foundation to start off with, than onto finer works... I just have find the right masters is all, prove to them that I am worth teaching, that I can do great things with greater knowledge!"

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