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?)) I am a Dwarf who was abandoned by my own kind as we ventured through a dark and unexplored cave.. I mean we expected it to be filled with monsters of the unknown yet we got overwhelmed as I tried my best to hold them back I look behind and I saw my own kind, my people turn and ran to safety leaving me alone, tired and surrounded as I was about to give up and accept my fate the ground crumbled and I fell with what stuff I have left and slowly got myself out through the small path I found which led me here.
