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?))
Example: I sit down in the tent and turn to the old hag. “My story is short and not so sweet I’m afraid. I was born a peasant and grew up
on the streets stealing and begging to get by. As time went on, I found that I had a natural talent for making things. Specifically armor and weaponry. I couldn’t find work as a craftsman back home because everyone knew that I was just a lowly peasant and didn’t stop to think about the talent I possessed. I came here to try to find work as a craftsman and put my talent to use. That is my story.”
He wears a classic blacksmith outfit and has brown eyes and hair.
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