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?))
Example: "well let's see (mumbles a few words) ah yes it truly started in a dwarven mining town, I never knew my human parents, but a family there took me in and raise me as their own. As you could guess from my attire, I'm naturally an engineer but unlike other humans I was taught by my family of dwarves. So, I don't build machines like humans do at all! Infact if you only saw my machines, you would think no human could have made such a thing, a blessing is what it is. Now you asked me miss ah.... never got your name? Hopefully I'll earn that knowledge once I tell you the truth, I'm here for a tool in fact, an artifact for engineering. My family told me stories when I was a lad dreaming up at the stars, you know? I doubt it's here, but I feel like I have to at least try to find it. "
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until an airship lowers just enough to get in to, its in the distance of the tent over some water barely passing the trees. "Well miss I guess we will talk at a later time, but perhaps you already knew that? Seems like you know more than I do. I'll tell you the enriched story of me getting the tool if I ever find it! (on the airship, slowly going up)"
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