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?))
Looking her in the eyes and firming saying "Expect me all you want but you can never expect my next move. Why have you requested to see me? Did you really think you would get any sort of edge bringing me to this Swampy Town?" Maintaining eye contact the whole time to express his distrust with this meeting. "Look here i have killed more people then i ever should have and all of there deaths were so i could still be breathing. i have fought and clawed my way up in this world, so if you don't have work for me i don't even see the point of coming here." He stands expecting to just walk out believing his intimidation has worked only to feel a hand on his shoulder. He draws his blade from his sheath only to have been to slow and she grips his hand not letting his draw his dagger. "I am here for work i lost my family to bandits and was trained by the man that sent the bandits to kill them only i did not find out he ordered there deaths until he left now i will hunt him every single day until i avenge my family's deaths, You called me here because you had a job that would being me one step closer to finding him. Lets not waste anymore time with this pissing match."
Recommended Comments