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?))
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until… I start talking. "I was born in the caves. As you can probably tell by my short nature I'm a dwarf but not any dwarf a cave dwarf. Despite my other clan members I actually like talking to people professionally or not professionally. I love the mines but the reason I do is because I want to better society, it brings me joy when someone wants my wares so it gets me going. I actually came to this town to help other people and show them the power and "technology" of the cave dwarfs and by the look of this place you're gonna need it.
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