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.” I step back in answering her question, "I am Borud Deepstone a dwarf who seeks treasure and power above all else. I come from a wealthy mining family who's voices hold tremendous power within the dwarvn cave I come from. I left my cave to seek knowledge and power to bring back home and unite the dwarvn people. I want the dwarfs to be feared and rich and i will get my way either through peaceful solutions or a more cynical solution." I exit the tent and begin my journey for power and knowledge... Example: (delete this)
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
