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.”
Walking into the tent, Rock stops upon entering, completely oblivious to the woman's request. Heading off towards the edge of the tent, where a large bottle of ale lay on a counter, he takes one step, before... "THUD!". He seems to have collided with a large hooded man, landing flat on his face. Seeing this, the veiled woman raised her veiled body from her chair, offering a slender hand towards the pudgy micro-orc. Seeing this, and looking down to the floor in embarrassment, Rock climbs up from his knees, following the woman to her table.
"U-uh, thanks for that, um, Ma'am" says the orc, still hanging his head in shame. "Fret not young one." the veiled woman begins, her strong perfume wafting in mists around the small green man. "Now then" she continues, "What brings an orc as peculiar as yourself to these far corners of Aevos?". Upon finishing her sentence, Rock raises his head, before dropping it again woefully. "Well, um, Ma'am, I'm currently embarked on a rite of passage for my village, it says all younglings have to prove themselves by going out into the world, only being allowed back upon having killed a powerful foe. All the others have finished already, but me..." He says, gesturing at his large stomach, "I'm not really as well suited for it. The only thing I've slain on my quest so far was a stray Mushrooman, and, mind you, I think the fright from seeing an orc half killed it before I even reached it. But!" He exclaims, clambering up and standing on the pillow. He then raises a small chubby fist into the air. "Rock will not stop!" He shouts, attracting the attention of multiple other customers in the tent, all enjoying large glasses of alcohol.
Upon seeing this, he lowers himself back down onto the cushion, slightly shy about the attention. "Anyway, that's about it... I can't really go back until my work here is done, so until then, I just need to stay afloat. " Seeing a bartender walk past, Rock turns back to the woman, asking if he could buy her a drink. Upon doing this, and attempting to pull his Mina pouch from his belt, jolts up from his seat, bolting out the door shouting "THAT HOODED MAN STOLE MY MONEY!", before tripping up on his own feet, and flying out the entrance.
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