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?)) "What is it you need old lady? Stop pestering us dwarves, and this dwarf in particular" Said Gabri in a slightly annoyed tone. "I have plenty of things to do and sitting and talking with you is not one of them" Gabri stands up and picks up his axe. "I have come to serve my king and protect my dwarven brothers".
