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?))
He stares the old woman down, raising his brow as he studied her face "Have we met before, fossil?" He would question in a snarky tone as he sat down, his bones aching as he did. Gorlug Brick was born into a long line of dwarves who had lived in the mountains for generations. His ancestors had been master stonemasons and had crafted some of the most impressive architectural wonders of the dwarven kingdom. Gorlug's parents were no different, they were highly skilled miners and craftsmen who instilled in him a love for the mountains and a deep respect for the art of stonework.
