You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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?))
"So..." my hands fidget while I think of what to say. "Its been about three years since I left Kal'Urguan..." I rub the pommel of my sword nervously. "In that time i fought many foes, made many allies, and, emptied many tankards of ale" "But one thing has eluded me..." I clench my hands in anger. "Revenge on the one who killed my parents..."
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