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?))
Vulnir admired the candles, before sitting down on the seat that the hag gestured to, reajusting himself several times before answering. "Well, I am researcher you could say. I travel across lands in search of new herbs, flowers and everything else. I have travelled many lands, mostly on foot since the horses can't get to most areas. Anyway I mostly do all of this in order to invent or find new stuff or material that you can use for decoration, weapon making or something along those lines. So far I have about 893 plants researched, from what I can remember."
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