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?))
Off put by the old hag's recognition of him, but curious, Jadeias introduces himself. "I am Jadeias Selvir, I have come from the mountains I call my home to explore the world searching for materials for my families smithy." Jadeias finishes and waits for the old hag to respond. After a short moment he realizes that the hag has no intentions on talking, so he continues. "I plan on returning soon to take over the smithy, as I have heard that my brother Dragis plans on leaving the family forge to learn magic." Jadeias pauses, a hint of bitterness can be seen in his expression. "Regardless of how I feel towards his passions, I will support him in whatever he wishes to pursue." Jadeias finishes, and waits for the hag's response
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