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?))
*Einar takes a seat and begins to speak* "I am merely an engineer that is passing through to go meet with my brother, Dondraeck Forgegrogs, and most likely aid him in establishing a dwarven city, as well as have a place to experiment and create. I know not of why Dondraeck decided to find his own path, but I am going to him to try and make it a little easier. *Einar stands up* If he needs ale, I'll see what I can do; *lightly pounds his chest once* If he needs shelter, I'll see what I can do; *lightly pounds his chest once* If he needs bread, I'll see what I can do. *lightly pounds his chest once and sits back down* Even though I dont have much skill in combat, I can be useful in other aspects. *Einar begins to move his arms in a somewhat celebratory way* I, Einar Forgegrogs, will try to find my path along with Dandraeck, while making it easier for the both of us! *hand motion calms down and as he moves his hand palm upward away from himself he says* To the best of my ability, obviously. *hand stops and in a light pointing motion he asks* Anyways, tell me, how did you know who I am?"
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