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?))
"I've traveled, it wasn't easy madam. Endless horrors bestowed upon my eyes. It wasn't easy, no. I began in a farmers field over in the North working for my father when Orcs raided our village and took his life. I was spared and taken hostage. The orcs tried to make me family, trained me as one of their own. I never fit in of course due to my nature. They knew I lacked the skills and strengths they had. The family played on killing me so I escaped. I ran as fast as I could with the horde. I escaped to the far land of the realm with barely enough on my back. I found a small village and worked up from there as a working human. I got notoriety from Elves and Dwarfs all over the world. I become popular with my work, I started my own business for it to only be burned down in a raid by the Orcs. I fought as much as I could with a sword I was given by the Elves. I recognized my captor, I believe he is after me. I am in hiding at the moment and came across you Madam."
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