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?))
"I spent most of my life nomadic my parents seldom settling in one place for too long. I have rarely had much coin to my name and have had to makes end meets in the wilds. I wish to finally be able to settle in a holding and try to make something of myself through simple commerce. And crafting of my own products."
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