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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.” "Right then.." Jorvik kissed his teeth, the dwarf's fingers tugging at the end of his braided beard. Shilling sniffed, taking note of the lit candles around him. As he found himself deeper into the tent, he met eyes with the old hag. Jorvik let out a grunt, plopping himself down onto the velvety cushion. The blonde mountain dwarf cleared his throat before speaking, "Strange tent yew got here miss, if I'm being honest smells worse in here than a flooded mineshaft, but suppose I've sat in uglier places throughout my years." Shilling offered the hag a polite nod, almost courtly despite the mud on his boots. "Names Jorvik. Jorvik Shilling, that is. But considerin' yew've been expecting my arrival, there needn't be any introduction.” The white streak in Jorvik’s beard stood out as clear as frost to the old hag– How he got it? A story yet to uncover. “I’ve been wanderin’ a long time now, so it's quite nice to settle down and take a break for once in a while. Shilling gave the lady a stern look. “Long enough to pick up more than just a few blisters” He adjusted the satchel hanging across his shoulder. The dwarf reached into the poorly-stitched bag to bring out a pipe. Jorvik lit the smoking pipe, drawing in smoke before letting out a huff, exhaling out what seemed to be tobacco mixed with some kind of herbs. His tongue clicked, “Figured yew wouldn’t mind– Considerin’ the candles..” Shilling’s eyes flickered to the candles illuminating outside the tent. He furrowed his eyebrows, taking his satchel off from his shoulder. “Well, if yew really have been expecting me.. I suppose it's worth asking yew m’lady.. Could these trinkets I’ve got be worth anythin' in this town of yer’s?” His bag rested against his chest as he peered into the bag. The blonde dwarf laid out different items onto the table before him; various coins, many small, most big, and all mismatched in color. Some even had holes in them.. A lot of them had looked worn, but there were still a select few that kept a faint gleam to them. “These are some o' my favorites to collect- Never found two of the exact same.” Jorvik then placed down a heavy silver ring. It seemed to be quite dull, with a few scratches running along the band. “This one 'ere I pulled off of a corpse-” He chuckled to himself, “Didn’t fit 'em no more.” Shilling muttered, a smirk peaking out of his beard. The mountain dwarf set the ring next to the coins on the table. As Jorvik reached into his bag, he placed the remaining objects onto the table. The first one being a geode rock containing an amethyst crystal inside, the next one a crimson ruby, and finally, a pretty green emerald gemstone. He scratched his beard, looking among the stones before placing the shiny green emerald before the lady in the tent. “I believe this one shall belong to yew, miss.” Shilling gave a soft grin before continuing; “It's bright, beautiful, and hard to miss- Just like yer’self.” The mountain dwarf put a hand over the old hag’s, looking into her eyes as he spoke. “I reckon a gem like this should belong to someone who can truly appreciate its worth” A dimple peered out from his left cheek, unable to wipe away the smile from his face. He stood up from the cushion as he placed a kiss on the emerald, putting it into the lady’s palm. “Keep it safe madam, may come in handy later down the line.. Or at least bring a smile to yer’ face when the swamp gets a bit dreary.”