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?))
"RAHH!" He would scream, in bloodlust. Babbling in Orcish, he would spit profusely with each word that left his mangled lips. "I will taste the meat of every race on Middle Earth for stealing the land that is rightfully ours!"
He would slam his fists into the ground and skip around frantically. Finally yelling "I know no mercy!" Before turning his crooked back and galloping away while snarling and drooling at the mouth.
He would drop a small wood carving behind, which seemed to be a child like drawing of what seemed to be a family with a mother, father, and son.
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