Peel_The_Pup

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?)) "wha? Oh, uhm.. alright?" *Grikko would cautiously sit down on the cushion. * "My name is Grikko. I was born in the goblin village under San'Strok. I lived in a scrapyard with my family, just getting by. Trading scrap metal and such to other Gobbos or Orkz. My mom used to be a shaman, but she passed away some years ago. She was a role model for me, and I wanted to be just like her. None of the shamans wanted to teach me; I don't really know why. It might have been my father telling them not to accept me." *Grikko has clear resentment for his father in his voice.* "He really wanted me to stay and help with the business like my other siblings. But almost immediately after becoming 18, I acquired any herbs, scraps, and equipment I could find around, and I set out to find a shaman that would teach me. Would you please be so kind and point me in the direction to the nearest gobbo or ork shaman?" (This time i picked a skin from the archive but i will still probably replace it later on) (i forgot 3 -_- quotation marks) (4th times the charm? (altough really this was a smal change so i would call it still the 3rd try))