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?))
"Well aint that a loaded question, let's see 'ere...", Lrromenek scratches his barely existing beard for a moment..., "I would reckon I have had a fairly normal and just life so far, one that brings lots of love for some good booze..", "ever since I was a wee dwarf I have wanted...", Lrromenek coughs, pulls out a bottle of booze from his belt, and takes a swig, he then proceeds to swiftly return it too his belt, "Ta make some real quality booze, th'e type of stuff you hear of in myths and legends...", Lrromenek chuckles a hearty laugh, "Or ta find some and get a real good swig o' it..", Lrromenek grins, "Besides that all I got for ya is t'a fact that ever since I was born in, in Hefrumm of course, I can't stand not takin a swig of booze often or I just start coughin", Lrromenek just does a cheeky fake grin like that is a big fat excuse for some good booze. "Well... I don't stay good and warm for long and my bliss is runnin out, imma get goin now then...", Lrromenek does a cheeky laugh and runs down a path to find more booze.
