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
"Why should i tell you anything human " The dwarf draws his sword with his right hand and points with the left it to the hag. "You are a human. people who are greedy and takes what they want. " He prepares to swing the blade at the hag but then he get's a memory flash before him. "I never knew my parents only that they were killed by humans. Who wanted all the money that my parents had. My kin told me that my dad was a honored warrior who fought to keep my mom safe. My mom was saved by my dad who was fighting a orc raid. I saw a picture of my parents together. I wish that i could see my parents in the flesh just once." After the flashback the dwarf looked at the hag while lowering his blade as he came to his senses. "I will never forgive humans. Nor do I forget the harm they did upon me and my kin. Rest assured I shall write all wrongs right before I die a warriors death. I swore to deal vengeance. But today I will show mercy upon you as you are a mere stranger. Not responisble for the death of my kin. I lost my senses and was consumed by bloodlust. I ask you for forgiveness as I did not stain the blade nor did I harm you." Yemgar then proceeds to leave the tavern as he was compelled to change his ways of anger and hatred. But to do so he would venture fourth into the world to seek guidance from his clansmen.
