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?))
A deep gruff groan radiates from my throat after looking the hag up and down I reluctantly sit down scanning the tent as I do so. Some time passes with an awkward silence before I speak "My name is Mordar, but my guessing is you already know that. I am a cave dwarf from a far land. These tents and shacks you live in are so primitive... I come from a small tribe, we live in the rocks. We create majestic housing out of caves all you surface dwellers neglect as you see them as dark and damp. However we see them as blank canvas's that allow us to expand far beyond what is seen from the surface, using these places we make grand mines to construct our jewellery and the finest steel swords you have ever seen. Due to this thought we were under the impression we were safe but these towering beings came like a storm. Casting strange light with their dark incantations. We fought with all we could but our swords and pickaxes were no match. We lost miserably but for some reason I alone survived. One of these towering beings knocked me out, all I saw was white and then nothing, I thought I was dead but I awoke with all my friends and family gone without a trace along with all of our ore taken along with them. So THAT is what brings me here hag....... I am here searching for what was taken from me and if I am lucky I will find who did this and enact my revenge."
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