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?))
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until… He sits down on the chair that is farthest to the strange crone and clears up his throat "Well...where do I begin?" He starts to rub his beard trying to recall his past "I am Joergen Skjølberg a Mountain dwarf as you can see, I have begun my travels not too long ago..." He clears his throat once more trying to calm himself "I decided to journey out to the world for the sake of exploration. The life of a mountain dwarf can be very monotone for a while so I gathered my things and went off." as he talked his senses have calmed down and thus he began to sit upright in a relax position, a small smile was plastered on his face "I may not be the most experienced of my fellow kind, but I do know how to fight and how to treat someone's wounds without spilling even more blood. For a while I was trained from a simple blacksmith and known his craft but I dare not say that I am a good blacksmith myself. I work at best with people and if the situations wills it with my fist." As he listed all these things off his expression turned solemn and he turned his head away from the crone "If I can be frank I do not know what I wish to seek out in this journey normally you would want something along the lines of riches, fame, recognition, to find your long lost family member or to even defeat the big bad of the world...yet..." He clenched his fist tight "Yet...I do not have an ultimate end goal perhaps I will find it...or it me, or perhaps there will be no end goal. Nevertheless I will try to do something with my life while I am capable of it." He says as he unclenched his hand and looked towards the crone with a calm expression "Hope that will suffice your curiosity ma´am."
