Weight: 56kg
Hair: long pink colored braid that comes down to her knees
Eyes: Pink
Clothes: Always wears her cook robes
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?))
Makre sits, a bit scared but in a composed matter and starts to speak: "I was a hopeless cook at first—I could barely make a skewer. Then, in a distant kingdom, I met a brass dragonborn named Gustavo. He taught me everything… like the father I never had, showing me how to cook not for money, but to make people happy. One day, he was murdered by a madman after his coin. I fell into depression for months, but eventually I got back up and opened The Gourmet’s Tavern in his memory. It became the most famous in the realm, second only to my rival, Meco. So I set out to travel, to refine my skills and prove I’m just as capable as him." Makre looks a lot more sad then when she first started talking... she eventually gets herself up and peaks again "It was nice meating you... uhm... ma'm... i'll see you around, i'm sure we will see again"
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