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?))
Example: (delete this)
"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…
*Ullag takes a seat on the ground in front of the crone.*
Ullag lets out a long sigh... "I guess I'm just tired, you know when I was a kid I said I wanted to be a ranger and well you don't want to listen to me complain, everyones got a story like mine. Let me tell you I've seen the destruction conflict brings, and no man nor beast benefits from it. I shall build a sanctuary, away from it all where man and orc and beast can live peacefully, no war, no death, only peace and nature. I told you my story... What's yours?"
*I eye a pot of seemingly some kind of soup hungrily, fearing to ask for a meal although it has been long since I have eaten*
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