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?))
Dein looks around at the Hag's dwelling, sniffing the air. he knocks over some stacked pots, breaking them. He pauses, turning to the hag. "uh... Sorry about that." as he moves over to sit down, he wearily tries to avoid knocking other things over. eventually he sits down and settles in. with a huff he reaches into his coat and retrieves a leather flask that he chugs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before offering it to the Hag, after a moment he begins to talk. "Dein Orespark. That... is me name. Course, wouldn't expect you to know me ma'am, this wee village seems at odds with the likes of my kin." He takes a swig of his flask before continuing. "My story las... takes place a decade ago... Back when I was captain of a guard, warriors under the command of an old Dwarven noble." He smiles as he reminisces. "Ah... you should of seen it. how armies reigned in the thousands. Oh, and it showed, let me tell you that. We had so much... So much gold, so much power... So much land too." his eyes darken as he sighs "It was only a matter of time. The more you grow your grass, the higher it gets. Makes it easier for snakes to hide in the grass... Waiting, to strike. And so they did." He leans in taking a massive swig of his flask before setting it aside. "One night. after a particularly generous turnout of a battle, our king held a massive feast. Every dwarf and his cow were there. Singing... partying, drinking. But as the party died down... Well now. That's when the real chaos struck. I was in charge of the king's safety that night. His shield for the night." Dein's eyes reflect the memories as he relives the night. "I did everything I was supposed to... I set him to bed, I closed his door. stood guard all night." Dein's voice cracks with pain. "I had only one drink... One." He sighs as his head falls into his hands before he moves to the hag his voice deepening. "That morning the king was found with a dagger in his chest. I failed, my king, and my kingdom, My family... I lost my rank, and as the only dwarf last seen with him, I was convicted of his murder. My... My wife and son... They... They're-" Dein holds back tears as he withdraws from his jacket a small knife. "This was my boy's. He would've had such a life... If I had done my duty and protected the king. After they took my family, i ran. Losing myself in drink, i became a blacksmith, traveling from village to village. Until recently, when I got your raven." He leans back wiping his eyes with the back of his hand before reaching for his flask and putting away the knife he looks the hag up and down before taking a swig. "Now las. I reckon it's your turn. Who are you?"
