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?))
*Goes to sit down on a nearby log before starting to talk* "Well for many years I have traveled the world meeting many people, taking many jobs, and exploring many crafts and trades. I have have come to Aevos to learn from the master Dwarves of Urguan. My friend Bandal Bronzeheart has sent me countless letters that I've only just received, about the wonders of the land of Aevos. During my various travels, I have come to realize the errors of my upbringing, which caused me to leave home. It took me 20 years to finally find a place that I can call home, with my friend Bandal and Vincent Vondire, his recent employee." stops talking for a second, realizing his rambling catching up to him "Sorry, I was rambling a bit, you are the first person I've talked to in a while."
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