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.”
"Greetings. My name is Leofric Aldryc. my story is long but i will make it short. I am only passing through here, i deserted the army and was a squire to Sir Arment of Senytre, -he'd lift his head now "Pour me a drink and i shall tell you my story." "So, i deserted the army of the Empire of men because we were sent to find the Orcs who burned down a village nearby. Not a too big fan of fighting against a 7ft tall man with the strenght of a Lion. I fled by night, burned my tent and made my run for it. The empire sent a few scouts to find me, they have never found a body and wanted to find the deserting squire. the scouts never made it back to camp and i gained my first combatual experience with that."
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