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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?)) "Well madam, name's Torgrímur. I've travelled far and wide since leavin' me 'ome, away from parent and kin. I've decided to seek greater treasures in the world, and I heard this is a place to start lookin'. I've been but a simple miner n' smith, working for me pa in small villages. I've yearned to see the greater kingdoms of my kin, and strike a fortune worthy of even Urguan." *Torgrímur pulls some bread from his travel pack, and begins speaking between bites, a few crumbs littering his beard* "Y'see, I started many years ago, underground as many us cave dwellers do. From the time I could walk, I've had a pick 'er hammer in me hands, and I've loved it, aye. However, me pa expected me to stick around forever, and I wasn't havin' it!" *With this, he slammed his fist on the table, rattling it.* "Ah' do miss me mother though. Y'know, she nearly named me after sapphires for me eyes! Haha! What a spectacle of a name that'd have been, eh? I'm sure glad ta' be travellin, although there was a lot of nasty buggers on the way here. Lots of spiders, and I dun' like em'! They try ta' poison ye, and eat you ALIVE I tells ya!" *Torgrímur shuddered at the thought, shaking his head and continuing, his bread now finished* "Though, they quickly met the business end of me axe, which I seem ta've lost in one of their bodies. No matter of course, I can look out for ma'self, and make a new one. Haven't much wanted to rely on other folks, they've often been more trouble than help!" (This is a negative trait, Torgrímur is often not quick to ask for, nor accept help because he doesn't trust it, or feel that he needs it.) "I'm sure it's also a bit odd, seein' one of my own kind out here adventurin'. Take my word for it, I ain't too fond myself. I just want to get to the grand caves and halls of my kin, and strike my own fortune." *He would salivate a bit, muttering about gold and gems under his breath* "Anyways, I've taken enough of yer time I reckon. I should get some supplies and hit the road again. Which way to the nearest Dwarven city?"