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 come from far lands, ive been living in wide sunny plains. But one day when i was training with brewing in my secret house in the forest i heard screams... I ran home to see the village burning and wounded on the ground, my father (also on the ground in pain) said to me run boy run! And i have been running somewhere since then surviving on my lonesome then i found adventurers, that brought me here...
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"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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