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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?))
"Who else would it be ya old hag? You know better then to expect me, you coulda been waiting 'nother fifty for I even thought of ya's"
*Zander pauses for a moment, thinking about his most recent journey, reminiscing on the times to tell a grand story*

"I was stagnate after I left our realm, I fell in with a group of humans. Adventures as they called themselves. One day we came across a human village who just lost the only smith so I took his place. I quickly put all of our good teaching to use when another one of those ""adventures"" came along, he requested of me a blade, nothing special, or so I thought, I went about my day after making it. After about 30 years I saw a painting, It was of the man from all that time ago, the man must have been skilled, or foolish. I'm quite sure it was a mix of the two. I didn't see it in his face, but my mark was on the hilt and that's when i put two and two together." , 

"Other then that grand story I've done very little, there was an attack on the village, well there has been serval but this one destroyed a large majority of homes, I sold everything I had to the next merchant, gave all my coin to the village and by next week the town was in alot better shape, People kept stopping me to say thank you and I found out I'm not the type to be praised, It just makes me feel weird. So I decided right then and there to leave the village, probably returning when I'm old and grey.