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.”
"Dingy town?" as I look around. 'Heh' I exclaim, I guess it could be seen that way. In my opinion, it is no different than what I'm used to living in the harsh winters of the North. "Yes, you seem surprised?!" I speak verbaciously to you. I only seek to find my family, the Drakons. Ran by a man known as @Wyrvun, the slayer of demigods.
@Wyrvun told me to write this. He can verify my statements.

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