Gnhton

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?)) *Tulgon glares at her*"I don't give anything for free"*he says eyeing the hag as she scowls and pulls out a single gold coin and hands it to the dwarf Tulgon nods and takes the coin and tucks it into his pocket*"I am Tulgon son of Lugon and a smith by trade and heratig"*he says with a scruffy voice the hag looks at him her eyes turning into slits*"so I assume your a skilled smith tought by your father"*the hag says with a sinister grin showing her pearly yellows Tulgon forwns*"my father taught me nothing that old fool but I'll show him I'm twice the smith he is when I forge the perfect sword even the gods will fear it"*he says with a as he crosses his arms over his shoulder the hag waves her hand dissmissivly*"I'm sure you will"*she says Tuglons eyes turn to a rage as he pulls out an axe*"you dought me hag"*he says readying his axe but the hag snaps her fingers and Tulgons eyes go blank as he go's under her hex*"leave and forget this encounter oh and give back that coin"*the hag says with a grin as Tulgon places a coin on the table and walkns out like a puppet on string only to regain sense once he's a fair wways away from the tent the hag lives as he looks around not sure how he got there*

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?)) Squash foot looks puzzled at the question as his body moves under his tattered cloths that he may or may not have stolen “I’m not sure I’ve only recently been up rooted”Squash say as he look down at the dirt on my root legs then back at the hag “well what brought you here” the hag asked her eyes narrowing “I’m not sure my brain is foggy” Squash says as he looks at the floor then back at the hag one could see my mind go blank for a moment “hello I’m Squash foot have we met before” he says the the hag she raises an eye brow “we were just talking” she says “oh” he replied “I should go” he adds as he leaves the hag looks at him confused as to what happened.