Reapeay

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 short but brave dwarf takes a seat nearby, as he is welcomed warmly, "Heh, Oi wish et would beh ez'eh te explain, however ah ain't got all evening ta spend on stuff of deh past'. Oi come from ah nation named Celia'nor, tis waz very nice though oi wish ta make wae ta Urguan now." The young dwarf chuckles, with his one knee stomping the ground once "mah name Borgur by te wae', Oi wish ta ma'e ah livin' te best wae' possible, ah'z well ah'z grow longing friendships. Itz best oi get ah loife goin." he looks at the time passing by fastly , he soon stands up to head off to his ship. To were his journey begin in, Aevos.