Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
Edvard would glance up, gently brushing the damp moisture from his woolen cloak. "Thou hospitality doth warm mine heart fair lady of the herb" The man would take a seat. "Where shalt i begin?" the man would scratch at the stubble upon his chin, before commencing with his monologue "I was born as the first son of a moderately successful merchant, permitting me a relatively sublime childhood, although one empty of companionship through constant travel. However folly does often strike in the dark places of the world" Edvard would pause, not wishing to disclose too much to a person he couldn't necessarily trust. "Through misfortune, and a series of poor decisions, not least generously lending money to his fellow compatriots my father would be brought to ruin, thus I resolved to escape his dept and abandoned my family for the road. destined to sell my only wares to the people of these lands for a suitable price, Advise and Trickery". Edvard would smirk "For many a desperate person will pay great sums for the promise of salvation. Although they may equally seek thou head as payment for bad advise" Edvard would chuckle "I am a Merchant of Re-assurance and lies" He would stare into the Hag's eyes "And you requested thine service? I do dabble in the philosophies of power upon occasion" Edvard would pull out a small bottle from the shroud of this cloak "Care for a bottle of snake oil?" he would grin.
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