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?))
I grunt as i sit "There ain much to tell. I live to fulfill the will of Krug" Darok Snaglak . "You see, i've fought all my life, countless battels, i dont even remember most of em ,all expect one, where i earned this" he pointed to a big scar across his eye. "It was my 4th battle against darkspawn and I was helping lead the charge. We ran into a strange creature that none of us recognized, n' it killed some of our men immediately. More fell one by one until it was just me n' the beast. Eventually it was just me and the beast and in my seemingly last moments, I got a lucky shot with my crossbow and it stopped moving." he shuddered a bit as he recounted the story. "I still have no idea what it was, but I managed to get back and I plan to continue my work.
