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.”
Ahgrat eyes the old hag suspiciously before hesitantly moving to sit on the cushion "I am Ahgrat..." despite his suspicious nature he feels compelled to tell her a summary of his story. "I was a scout for my clan. I was good at hiding and finding. I did sabotage, mapping and even stealing supplies. But there was peace for a while, so my skills weren't really needed or valued... After an argument with many clan members, I was kicked out. So, I have been wandering since then, and now I am here. I have robbed and harmed people both deserving and innocent to survive, I don't care though, it's my life or theirs. I don't know where I am going from here, but again I don't care. As long as I live." Ahgrat glanced around the tent before looking back to the hag and asked "Why exactly did you want to know? You're not here on some revenge quest, are you?" He adjusted his goggles and bandanna before looking about the space again. "Maybe I should be on my way now..." And with that he quickly gets up and darts away with haste before another word could be spoken.
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