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?))
"hello there old lady i am a mountain dwarf from the grand kingdom of urguan. My name is Dondraeck Forgegrogs my parents were moznit and afut forgegrogs. .i am looking for a place for me to start my own settlement with other dwarves." *looking at the lady* would you happen to know of a nearby unoccupied mountain or dwarves who are yet to have a allegience?* *if not i would be grateful if you could point me towards a local tavern to stay the night. i must also ask, why where you expecting me? i do not recall having any sort of fame that would cause a dwarf such as myself to be expected.*
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