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.”
"I come from far lands, I'm here to follow the Kazin'Kul clan, I witnessed the destruction of my old clan and family, the skull I wear is of my mother, the Kazin'Kul clan helped me in seeking revenge for those who kill my family and now I will be loyal to them until my very last day."
Says the orc proudly.
"I've seen many orcs like you, most of them die earlier than the others but they leave with honor and respect of the others, I wish you the best of luck"
Says the hag.
- The orc leaves with a smile on his face.
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