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?))
Sitting down, he eased into conversation, setting the stage with a request for a jug of ale before delving into his tale. After receiving the much-needed jug and taking a refreshing sip, he began recounting his journey.
"I'm on a journey to reunite with my fellow dwarves who survived the devastating fall of Urguan during that dreadful attack. It was a day filled with loss, as I lost many friends in the chaos. During the fierce battle, I was struck and sent hurtling through the air by a powerful explosion. I was on a bridge, doing my best to protect urguan.I was knocked unconscious by the force of the explosion, and when I awoke, I found myself in Haense. However, my misfortune continued as Haense too fell under attack, Another explosion rocked the house I was recovering in, causing it to collapse around me.I came out if it with my life intact, but my path had taken a different turn. family that had been sharing that house who saved me, pulling me from the rubble. They secured passage for me on a ship bound for this unknown land. The vessel finally made landfall in this village whose name i do not know
