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.” The orc starts telling his story:
"I am Khojone, i am from far away, i am here following my clan the Kazin'Kul clan. I have been travelling for a long time through swampy lands and I had to struggle lot of times to survive, but finally I am here with my people to who I would sacrifice my life for.
The Hag replies:
"A lot of voices have whispered me about your clan coming to this land, as I already know they are bloodthirsty warriors and I suppose you are like them too"
Khojone replies;
"Yes I was born to fight for my life and for my people infact my mom told me since I was born that i was born for war seeing my red eyes, the color red is over my shoulders too because the enemies have to know that i am not an easy person to duel.
The hag replies:
"I see, I thought it from the beginning, now leave and continue your journey.
The orc leaves.
