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.” This cushion reminds me of my old one, i burned it... I come from far lands filled with deaths,I'm here to follow the Kazin'Kul clan.
The Hag whispers:
pigljio The Agony Bearer.. you...
pigljio replies:
why are you whispering, are you afraid? The orc gets up,my klan after a long time finally got together, and I the agony bearer couldn't stay away from them, you know why they call me agony right?
The orc approaches the hag's face looking into her eyes.
The hag replies:
I know everything.... A great catastrophe will befall these lands as soon as you are reunited with the kazin'kul, wish you the worst of luck during your adventure in these foreign lands, now go!" Says the hag.
The orc with an evil smile.
