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?))
Clem ***** a mischievous open mouthed half smile, one he is no stranger to. He pulls out a chair and sits at an angle, pulling out a pack of tobacco, all while maintaining a slighted eye contact. His large Uruk body didn't seem to fit in the human sized chairs, but he didn't look uncomfortable or out of place. "The name's Clem", words fell out of a grizzly voice. The Uruk looks down and strikes a match, smoking a large puff out of a rudimentary, hand rolled cigar, before returning back to his semi-narrow eye contact. He blows a large, wide puff, returning to his half-smile. After a moment of silence he leans back and takes another puff. "I come from a slaving boat". He takes another puff, with a now more serious look, and the same serious eye contact. "Never new my mother. Suppose she owed someone a debt." Another puff. "I grew up in the sea." Clem stared off into the distance, before returning to his story. "I worked for my bread, learned the trade. Gambling came easy. Won my freedom in a gambling match." He chuckled. "The man who owned me wasn't a good man but he was honest." Clem left a slight smile on his face, much less mischievous from before. He was quiet for a time, staring off into the distance. "After that, I owned my own boat for a while. Less on the slaving, more on the stealing. Loans for a while after that." He took another long drag. "Spent what seemed like a lifetime on the docks." Another moment of silence, and a small smile, this time his nose slightly curled, and what looked like a hint of pride. "But after a time, rulers change, and old bribes expire." He takes another drag, this time with a hint of bitterness. "Young blood looking to make a name are less keen on bribes, haven't figured the way of the world yet. See things to black and white." He took another drag. "After a while, I decided to move on." He took one last big puff, before putting out his cigar on the table. "Never had a home of my own before, much less a settlement, maybe I'll try that."
