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?))
Guzrik sits down near the hag Adjusting his hood and his mask to better hide his features.
”So you want to hear story? It cost food but it’s ok I tell now but you give food ok?”
*Guzrik clears his throat*
”Guzrik is name and I have seen all things, I not much of a fighter like others but me see a lot and know more, such as this!”
”Guzrik once saw 3 goblins on top of eachother in Armour walk into city as city guard, me watched them for three day they even got married!”
*Guzrik stands up excited to tel more stories and paces around*
”Guzrik once saw a dwarf fly, he cover himself in eagle feather and bee wax and fly down out of prison, Guzrik did the same thing…But don’t go tell guards you heard that from Guzrik.”
“That is enough story from me you give me food now and I go, I must find more stories.”
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