FTenny

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.”


Stepping forward into the mud Orik blinks trying to keep the sun from blinding him, his eye looking up and around towards the wall that guarded his hopes and dreams and now only a few inches towards a new journey. He steps forward towards the town, the town that he has been trying to reach. His arms crossed in front of him he takes another breath of the humid swamp air he takes a step forward before a stranger, begins to greet him.  “Welcome!” She began. “What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?”  Orik stops before answering him, his hands unwinding before answering slowly, "Thank you for your greeting and well met to you stranger." Orik shifts positions clearly uncomfortable with a prolonged conversation however he grunts out "I seek mastery, Mastery over metal whether it be made for jewellery or weapons I seek instruction on how to become a master." Despite his apparent uncomfortable demeanour he seems happy was finally where he needed to be. Orik settles into one of the chairs placing his hands on the table, he smiles looking the stranger up and down, "meh storeh is a lon' one an' yeh migh' no' like teh hea' it al' but if yeh insis'"