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?))
Example: Looking upward to the source of the voice, the dwarf would take a step back defensively, apprehensive of the stranger addressing him. After a moment without action, he would clear his throat, parched and in need of ale before the day was out, "Dont believe Ive ever seen yer before, but if yer offerin' rest in this dusky bog, s'pose I'd be daft to refuse yer invitation". Still wary, Korglaz would approach slowly before finally taking a seat on the cushion. "But fer my story? Ye'll need a little bit of history about me. Yer see...a few days ago..."-
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