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?))
“I was born in the tunnels beneath Orcish war-camps, just another small goblin among stronger Uruks and Ologs.”
“I was never meant for glory, only for carrying supplies, tending fires, and doing the quiet work others forget.”
“When the war-bands marched, I marched too, hauling crates and cleaning up after battles that were never mine.”
“One season heavy rain ruined the wagons I was guiding, and I wandered through the marsh until I reached this town.”
“I am only a goblin looking for steady coin and a dry place to sleep.”
“So here I sit before you, just tired and hoping for simple peace.”
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