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.”
Mash looks puzzled and sits and tires not to think too much about how she's been expecting him
"Well at a young age I've helped my father do various odd jobs for the tribe but we've spent a lot of time training with big sword and spears scavenging ruined towns in the deserts, mining for ore in abandoned mines to make weapons when needed and protecting the tribe when monsters or people come to bring us harm."
Mash smiles
"Father told me "don't worry about tribe for a while" he told me "I have become good warrior and now its time for me to explore the world to see what it has offer" so here I am. I hope to explore around and see what world has to offer. I also want to get better at fighting so I can protect tribe better. Maybe even learn how to craft things but I don't know yet."
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