Sborra

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?))
 

Sbur sat, even though the bench could barely hold him, and then he told:

"I can tell you my story, nothing wrong with talking. I am one of the biggest orcs in Kazin'Kul. It's the name of my tribe, you know? I'm the biggest because I eat. I eat meat and also potatoes or vegetables, it doesn't matter. I eat everything because I like everything. So I eat and get big! Being big is important, because if you're fat you're strong! When wartime comes I'm always in front. Because I'm big. Big and tough. Many arrows and darts have hit me, but my skin is tough. Yes, it hurts... but I am a warrior of Kazin'Kul! I'm a warrior because I like it. I like to fight. Little orcs say I'm clumsy. But I don't care because even if I can't hit my enemies because I'm slow, I can take their blows. I got good at taking hard blows. And while I take the hit from the enemies my companions can hit them! Hit hard! Great shaman of my tribe says: if you can't be a mace then you will be a shield!
Shaman is smart.
When it's not time to fight, I help out at camp. I'm very big so I help dig hole or cut down trees. Because if you cut down trees, you can use wood! The wood is useful for make fire. Or making poles for huts and.. And lot of things. Me the other day made big stick to make fence... You know, for pigs. Wood very good material. Everyone knows it. Even small people or guys with pointy ears use it. If we have already lot of wood at camp, I go out to pick up big rocks, or other heavy stuff. Cause Im strong. I tried to go hunt but me too fat, so too slow. Not good at it. And me dont like it.
So this I am, when no wartime me help out at camp. And in wartime big shield for the big boys. And my mates are the clubs. And together we are Kazin'Kul!

Now I have to go. I have to find my friends, we have to cross the swamp."

When he finished to talk he was very tired.

Sbur took his stuff in a clumsy way and left the tent slowly.