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?))
"ello.... Im Borg... im not mutch of a talking person." Borg looks up to the old hag as he removes his mining helm. "My story is thad mining is my life so i decided to join the mining guild of Urguan" He stroke his beard. "i plan to live there spending my time in the mines and drinking ale day by day. Once i arrive in the city of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan,i plan to visit the temple of Brathmordakin to give an offering to Grimdugan my Patron god, before i sign up to the Legion of Dungrimm." Borg would declare with pride. "Now if you excuse me I must not waste my time and continue my journey." he´d say to the hag.
