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))
"Very well then, if that is what you wish. It all started in a time long ago when an elf woman met and human man. that fell in love and had a child. The father was soon called out to battle among the Riders of Rohan, in which he went out to fight against the monsters that are the goblins with their Wargs. That day he died as he was spiked clear through the heart. The mother was deeply depressed as she loved him with all her heart. When the child was ten, she died by a raid in the night by a creature to this day I still haven't a clue I got of what it was. I grew up on a farm where I was adopted into this all-human family. Thats where I stayed until I was twenty where I began my adventure through Middle-Earth and now we are here." I spoke through a lower voice then normal.
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