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?))
Gnag sits down and says (eh, my name is Gnag) Gnag scratches his head (im actually here to..) Gnag stutters (spill some human blood, you see its not like i enjoy it, i gotta do it or the orcs beat me up)Gnag smiles awkward (i wouldnt call myself a murderer or anything you see im a pretty small guy got to what you got to do to survi... am i talking to much?) Suddenly Gnag hears the sound of horses passing and asks (you hear that) Gnag gives the hag a excited smile (farewell beautiful beautiful hag) Gnag licks his disgusting teeth (i have to go....) he whisper
