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?))
As I look around the tent and the old hag, I can't help but to think of the disgusting smell of rotten wood and cold wet moss. The smell of stone and gold are more familiar smell to me. I then look to the old lady and tell her... "I am Lordouc Runebrew, an dwarf from the Grand Kingdom of Urguan. Unlike most of my kingdom, I am on a mission to prove that the rest of the dwarven nations are not as bad as my culture believes. I set out to find the truth about the ancestry of my kin, my father and mother passed away when i was at a young age, the died do to a mining accident. This left me to the care of my uncle, Torthan a great smithy. He is a great dwarf but his greed for gold and preciouses metals clouds his mind from the real world. I fled to see if there was more than stone and rock, and so far in my journey I have been finding myself missing the smell and touch of the great riches of the dwarves but I must continue to find more good in the world." *I pause and look at her asking* "Now why is it you have been expecting me?"...
