Lucas Ironridge grew up in a small mountain village, raised by his skilled blacksmith father. He learned the trade but wanted more than a simple life. After years of dreaming about the outside world, he left home to find his own path. Now, he travels the realm seeking purpose and experience. Soon after, Lucas starts his own village far away. He soon gained popularity and wealth through the sale of weapons for crops and resources and influence.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run-down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—” Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
"I've traveled long and far to be here. I hope to bring my wealth and influence to share with your village. I can give you crops and resources. To help expand and bring traders from beyond for better resources. I hope you accept my deal. My duty will be finished before you can even notice."
"Build shops and farms so everyone gets tools and resources to thrive, and bring traders from the beyond."
"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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