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?))
*he sits* "Oh I dont think ive meet you before. Thank you for inviting me in!. Im just coming to this town to get supplies of wood. As for my story, I have come from a long line of dwarves, and so once I became old enough I decided to set out to create my own fortress as did my ancestors. I do still have contact with my family and love them dearly, I simply live on my own as it is the tradition of the redbeards. As for you, ma'am, I do not wish to trouble you, but I believe I have to leave. Id rather not travel at night, even in daylight the forests scare me."
(I did not know what to put for the image but i was forced to add one so i added that)
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