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?))
Viorick fit in in the swampy town, and he enjoyed it as it reminded him of his home, but he had plans and was traveling through nonetheless. Taking the person up on their offer and sitting down, he said with grandeur, "Ah.... you have heard of the great Viorick! I have dominion over the sewers and creatures of them! Shall you ever enter the sewers, Knower of Legends Untold, you shall be protected" Viorick would then walk away from the tattered tent, his footsteps squelching as he walked through the swamp.
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