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?))
*he turns around, releasing the strap on the tent flaps* "Eh? I dannae believe ye." *He thought for a second, stroking his patchy beard, before sitting down on the cushion* "I'll gi've ye a chance". *twists his head looking her in the eyes and releasing his beard* "Where do I start? Well, I come from Urguan, from a little family. Was me, me sister, an' me mother. Ma' worked her arse off growin' crops for the city to make a bit o' mina. When pa' set off to the mines as a member of the Yemekar's Work Force. He was lookin' for a livin' to bring back to us. One Day, he never came home and w'en I found out I had to take it upon myself to provide. I wanted to turn my hobby of Black smithin' into a job. So, I went to get an Apprenticeship as a Smithy. But the spots were all filled, so I had to move on, findin' jobs around the city. I found one at a Tavern as a Cleaner. That one didn't last too long. Now I'm out here, talking to you."
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