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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?)) The orc gazes around at the tent illuminated by candles. He sees a cushion and slowly kneels down in a formidable fashion. He looks towards the old hag and gazes into her eyes and speaks in a low tone: “My name is Ultrag killer of men and destroyers of kingdoms. I was raised in a small orc tribe where they taught me ways to wield a sword. There they also taught me how to fight and how to traverse this terrible world” The old hag leans back and breaks eye contact with Ultrag for a split second then snaps back towards him: “You speak so highly of people you never truly knew, that tribe lacks honor!?” Ultrag falters for a moment then blinks and responds: “Without that tribe I would be nothing, I would be a orc with no path, no role in life, and no one worth swinging my sword at.” His nostrils flare as he grows disgruntled and he grits his teeth “I will restore honor to my family and tribe no matter what the cost!”