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?))
"Wha!?", Guttrik would exclaim loudly. "Ye' dare demand such a thin' from me?! Wha' right do ye 'ave to demand me to sit and explain meself and me history? I barely even know ye!" Not letting the old crone finish her thought thereafter, he would stomp away.
[Guttrik is a crass, dour Cave Dwarf hailing from the Grand Kingdom of Uruguan (as most Dwarves do). His youth or early adulthood isn't anything special, as he just worked within the mines of Uruguan (as most Cave Dwarves do). His yearning for adventure or travel is unbecoming of his kind, but a welcome one to many travellers. Despite is distrust of many other races and their ilk, when trust is made with Guttrik, it is made for life. Do not break this trust with him, of course, lest you wish the wrath of a Cave Dwarf grudge upon you and your family for as long as He lives. Truly, Guttrik's actual life is just beginning- only the realms of Almaris can dictate what shall come next.]
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