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'm not quite sure how I got here, last thing a remember I was a stones throw from home, then I awoke in this swamp." Drawl stood for a bit, looking around the room and taking in his surroundings, trying to search his mind for any hint of what brought him here. "Where am I exactly?" He say, taking a seat "and you said that you were expecting me, but I can't say I know who you are, and I'm not of any importance." He thought back to his home. How mundane his life had began to feel, how the stone walls began to feel more like a cage every day, and then he remembered what happened "By Urguan, I need to return!" He recalled the screams of his people as they all tried to escape, they had dug into a Hurker nest, and the beasts weren't pleased, they killed everyone, but Drawl ran, he thought that he could be the soul survivor, but he needed to go back to see what was left
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