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?))
"Aye, Umgi. At last i arrived. I dont have time for sharing with you all of my stories, they are long and even more interesting. Im in a hurry to report to my mercenary watchtower, but who knows? Maybe i could find some time in exchange for good ale!" dwarf responded with strong self-confidence. Nonetheless he was aware of suspicious looking woman. But just after first beer he relaxed. "Well... Im mercenary, and founder of Zigil-Baraz mercenary group. We are skilled dwarven warriors with many years of experience. Except of me there are five more dwarfs there, my friend and brothers in arms, but we are also cooperating with other dwarven mercenaries. Now dear Umgi, tell something about you, cause i dont know you while you were expecting me, for some reason. Did you heard great stories about my company and need some help maybe?"
