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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?))

''Hello, i'm Drogo, Drogo Sage. I'm a halfling, but i think you could already see that. I don't really like talking about my past but here you go.'' While being openly looking unsure, he begins talking. ''I come from a little halfling village, from what i can't remember the name. My father disappeard 6 years ago, when i was 14. When that happened i got depressed, and i walked away from my house, so i still don't know how it's going with my mom and younger sister that's currently 16. After i walked away from home, a few days later i found an orphanage, where i was until i was 16, so i was in the orphanage for 2 years. And after i got away from there i was homeless again, and since then i'm searching for a new home, and hoping i'll ever find my dad again, as wel for my mother and my sister. But for now i hope i can settle down here, so i hope you can help me.''