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?))
Brom stood in front of the elderly lady that gestured for him to sit in front of him. His amber eyes looked at her for a moment trying to figure out her next move. Brom moved himself to sit on the chair provided before fidgeting his sword so it rested comfortably. "well where to begin...I guess I can tell you about how I ended up here so far from home" Brom spoke in a deep voice as he begins to tell the old hag his story of how he ended up in her tent and the small adventures he has had along the way. "So I arrived here with the dream of becoming a legendary Hero like the ones in my people's stories" He concluded the story
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