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?))
Daztrom looks at the old lady. "No yu tellz mi who yu iz firzt. " He refuses to sit down and keeps one hand on the sword he always carries in case he gets into trouble. It's hilt has an emblem of krug branded on it. "Mi not truzt every old witch mi findz in zwampz." The orc suspected she might be a witch. He has a deep hatred for anyone that is a user of dark magics and has made it part of his mission in life to seek them out and defeat them in combat, or maybe show them the error of their ways. The orc continues to ignore the question rambling on about his hatred of magic and those that use it, "No me not tellz yu, witch!!!" followed by "yu will learn da conzequenzez of magic, WITCH!!!!!".
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