scrapsperson

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?))

Scrap made her way over to the cushion struggling a bit because of her height "hmm... where should I start..." she brought her hand to her chin as she thought "I'm not very familiar with other orcs as I was kicked out of my clan as a child, the only thing I was able to keep from them was my name...." she pauses for a second before continuing "a human couple took me in upon finding me, they were always kind and patient with me despite me having trouble with learning, as well as trouble with aggression..." Scrap looks quite upset upon mentioning the aggression "they tried to help me on that front by teaching me to hunt early on but that never really helped much, so instead I started training in swordsmanship which helped quite a lot, and it gave me the ability to protect my human family" she smiles upon reaching those words, The old hag then looked curiously with a raised brow asking Scrap why she has come alone and not with her family "My human family's home was destroyed by the Mori, when we were making the journey to Savoy, my mother and father sadly passed away from their old age...." The orc answered, closing her eyes to pay respects to those that had raised her to what she is now before standing up "I feel that I must continue my journey, Savoy is not too far from here now" She spoke giving a gentle dip of her head to the hag before she walked out of the tent and onward to a brighter tomorrow.