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?))
Orichalcum Grumbles, "I'm nothing of note for a hag like you to concern yourself with." *he reaches into a loop holding a hammer that looks to be made of steel* "The Name is Orichalcum Irongut, as you can assume I come from the Irongut clan." *takes the hammer out and looks at it with joy* "This is my hammer Molbrut, us two are nothing more then a wondering blacksmith and a friend of old times" *Orichalcum puts the steel hammer back into its loop like he has done this thousand of times* "Is that good enough for you hag?" *he scoffs to the side* "I Forged Molburt once I decided that I will be wondering selling my skills as a blacksmith to those I come across for food, ale and housing." *as he takes a small exhale* "especially since I have fallen low on coin, I have more been forced into the life of a wondering, I hope that I find someone willing to house me intel i can get my finances in check." *Orichalcum looks at the hag with the look of wanting to move on with this* "Why have i fallen on tough times? 10 years ago i was a fool who overpaid for steel for my hammer, thinking it was some magic steel combination, what magic Steel will only go for my life savings exactly. Should have never trusted a goblin" "Satisfied hag?" *as Orichalcum walks out the tent to then see where the winds of fate will bring him next*
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