LordLemon

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.” Grimda sits on the cushion, taking his axe off his belt and resting at his side as he settles into his position. "Well, lat wantz to know but lat gon find none to much interesting. Me and me brudda waz a bunch of slavez, couple 'a latz waz left to watch us, musta been only two or three, but latz waz little, so I took a ztick and bashed one Krimped one of em, the human lat waz the one I grabbed. Lat kept thrashin but I waz to big for lat to escape from me, and other latz didn't wanna stick the little human with they spearz so they wouldn't stick me and me brudda, so we end up walkin out wit lat, and droppin em, makin a run for it yeah?" Grimda says, reaching up to his head and tracing the long and fresher scar carving a line down his head, he pokes at it "The human lat, came after us. Turned out he had a sword dat me and my brudda didn't see, ended up killin me only friend der, before I waz able to kick him down and take lat'z weapon, kiled em but lat hit me good in the head, crawled up to some good men, picked me up and kept me face from fallin in two" Grimda says with a laugh, clutching at his chest as he does, his head falling back. "Just been leavin from that camp found lat in her little freaky mojo tent. Wonderin why lat waz expecting to find me, seein as I waz just lookin around for somethin to flat" He added, gesturing down at the crude tree axe he had on him, resting on the ground "Sadly ain't find nothin to klomp, let alone flat. Less old lady wanna klomp, Grimda be more then willin if she do" Grimda said, a glint of joy in his eye, as he awaited to see if this lady would give him a good fight, or if she was just some freaky mojo lady with no interest in klomping.