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.”
((How do you respond?))
"Ahhh, i will sit but be warned your head will hit the floor if you try anything", "you want to know who i am, My name’s Thórik hammerfell, named after Thórik Grandaxe a well known former dwarf king who was part of reforming the dwarven nation". Thorik adjust the weight of the heavy satchel on his belt, the faint clink of metal echoing softly.
"I've been in the mines every since I was a wee lad, Thorik places his hands at his hip suggesting his height.
"I may be a mountian dwarf but the mines deep within call me, I feel more at home in the depths then I do atop the mountain".
I wish to join the strong mining workforce of Urguan, and prove to the world my father and myself that I have waht it takes to be a great miner".
Thorik carefully places a dark red pristine ruby on the small table in front of the hag..
"This gem was the first gem I ever found while mining along side my father", he siad to me "one day you'll join the great miners of urguan and on that day no matter were I am I will know you made it".
"I wish to rule in my own underground kingdom one day, but that's a story for another time perhaps i will come back and let you know how it goes" for now I wish to be heard seen and know as a member of the great miners of urguan.
Thorik leans forward, with a intrigued look on his face.
"Anyways enough of my life story You say you've been expecting me and ive told you who i am, what is it you wish to tell me?"
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