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?))
”No need, my legs can carry me still.” He inhales the thick air not quite affected by it. ”As for the story.” He takes out a hardcover book and opens it. “Where shall I start?” A long pause as he clears his throat. ”I am on an adventure with my blood brother, for riches, story and lore. I'm a scribe you see and so I travel to collect books, stories and lore. In the company of my brother Raitokk.”
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