Craig 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?))
"Its nothing much really, I was living with my parents on our farm we have and I just became really good with the axe and scythe so I desisted to go on my own and try and start a new life for myself" Craig spaces out for a moment but the realizes and gets a bit nervous "my apologies I just remembered the time when I hanged out with others because those times bring me such joy, tho I do like combat a bit" craig says this and looks at his wrist "it can be rather annoying at times but im up for anything really to fighting all the way to faming but most likely gonna farm if im gonna say anything"
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