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.”
"yeah its me, you saw my face on this posters?"
"well.. the dog started! I just wanted my map back" its hard to see his face expression but its easy to determin that he's nervous
"Oke nevermind that. I came here forced by the my party to seek medical treatment."
he tells it in a sarcastic angry voice and adds up iritated
"I dont need treatment and Im pretty sure they abandoned me... I DIDNT KNOW THAT OUR BEAR GRAUG WASNT ACTUALLY A DEMON IN DISGUISE. HOW WAS I SUPPOSE TO KNOW THAT?!" He quickly calms down when he realised that he got carried away too much.
"Im sorry, I- wait.. you said you've been expecting me? So its not about the poster. How do you know me? How do you knew I will be here?" said the dwarf finally realising that the rag may have somehow forseen his arrival
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