Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
"Throm'Ka" Morgash sits down "Mi'z just passing through. Trying to make mi way somewhere far away from mi Momo. She's the one who broke mi tusk." Morgash gestures towards her mouth, which has one tusk. "An angry woman that one, most selfish and hateful uruk out there. Threw a rock at mi grukker. So now mi'z looking to live mi own life. Mi plan on becoming a warrior as mi never got to do anything like that since mi never stayed in one place for long enough growing up. Besides... mi doubt most uruks would want to have mi fighting for them, seeing as mi'z very obviously only half-orc."
