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?))
"Alas, I have come a long way from the snowy forests of the north to find new life, new purpose. I have found myself to become some kind of...explorer, perse"
"Now I have no idea of what you mean that you have been expecting me" *Grozmog does air quotation marks* but I mean no harm to you or your people"
I wish for a land for dwarfs to be free and to live how we want, not conform to the standards of human society."
"Growing up deep in the caves was a rough lifestyle, with my father off to fight and protect did not help either, now that I have finally matured past my child-like stages *gestures a hand rising*, I figured it is best time to head off and make a name for my self in the world, I have friends that I plan to venture with and hopefully one day create a peaceful and powerful land for all Dwarves to live peacefully and happily"
*Grozmog stands up straight* "That, my friend is my story for now. But I assure you that you will be hearing my name soon"
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