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?))
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"Oh, well uh…" you say while dusting and yourself off and taking a glance around and as you don't wish to dirty the place up any more. " Well, I left my home in order to make my own way in the world "You eye the crone, and take a seat on the grstured wooden stool". " I am from a mountain range far from here. Where many people scale the crags and rocky cliffs in order to make their living in the mines that ventilate the mountains". The old crone nods and gives an acknowledging "mmm". "So why have you traveled so far from home to a place far different from what you know?" Asked the old crone. " Well, back home I grew up with 11 brothers and sisters and my Mother and Father. I grew up learning our trade, mining. Throughout my childhood I developed everything a Mountaintop miner would need to know. Climbing, endurance, strength, and a will to dig deeper (saying the last part with a halfhearted chuckle). I did that for years until I decided that Mining was not what I wanted for my life. I wanted adventure, this however, did not go over well with my family. My family name is that of a long history of miners and they saw me wanting to leave as a disgrace upon the family name with the rest of our village. So one night, I snuck out of the house with a few provisions and some coin I made from some side jobs, left a note explaining that I loved them all, but that the mines weren't for me and went down the mountain and followed the roads to place far from home. That's how I got here.
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