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?))
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"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
I am Jelthir and I am a very good archer though I still trip over my own quiver straps more often than I’d like to admit.
I’ve come to these lands in search of someone dear to me—my childhood friend, Haerion. He vanished a year past, without word or whisper but I swore to find him.
If you seek loyalty, you shall have it. If you need a steady bow, mine is yours. And if you don’t mind a companion with some bad jokes well, then I believe we’ll get along just fine.
