Minepro897

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 adult orc would make way into the swampy village. Upon his discovery of the old women, he would examine her. Upon coming to understand what she is saying, he would begin to respond. "I am Thraug- you are expectun Thraug? Thraug never seen you before, and how you know Thraug?". After Thraug received a response from the lady, slightly more trustingly he would begin to ramble about his story. "I good, smart, miner from Vinteki. I travel this far gettun resources to make me a great stabby. Thraug want to learn how tuh make a really stabby, stabby, but fellow members of clan ar' mo stupid than rock, Thraug smart un. so Thraug have go learn away from clan" The old hag indicates to the mask nestled onto Thraug's face, "And your mask Thraug, why do you where it?" "Muh mask? Well cave dark, and sun bright, Thraug don't like bright very much, so mask protec muh eyes"