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?))
Baelog takes a knee before the old crone and with a gruff voice begins, " I stand as the front line of defense for my tribe. I only venture forth to further my clans name and bring back the prosperity from my journeys. I will take the knowledge of the deserts and show how it's strength may be used in any scenario in this vast world, and with humility I will show our chief how great we are."
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