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?))
Usha stalks forward, her head sharply checking every corner of the dim space as she closes the distance between the entrance and the hag. When it appears their surroundings are safe, she pulls down her tan rough woven wool hood and sits down stiffly. "Expecting mi? Not many wizh to expect Usha. I try much to du the oppozite of attention." Brackish brown eyes stare intensely at the old woman, and after a pregnant pause the Uruk leans in, deciding this traveler is worthy of her tale. "My ztory iz zad, a reject on a journey to find a new blarg. As a kub my importance wuz overlooked by many brotherz, raized to be strong warriorz. I could not keep up with them, and the timez I tried I would be pummeled to dirt." Usha's tension started to slip away the more she reminisced in her past. "I am an angry creature by nature, which I have never wanted. It only made more problemz az I grew. I kept it all inside inztead of allowing the flow of anger, turning to the zpiritz for control. Reztlezz I left my clan, knowing there waz no welcome for me on the road." She leaned back, and a hint of a smile, maybe even a sparkle in her eye growing as she continued. "Not many times pazzed az I found my Zqueal. Petrilly. Zome human waz a glob, zaying ztupid words of fighting zuch az I waz finding food. Petrilly stepped in before I killed the man. I owe her." Usha shrugged. "Now I go where she goez. I ztill am tring to find how to control the anger for good on our journeys. Spiritually practically...whatever. Az we go around we run zome gimmickz to get ny. Zome pickpocketing, zome scamz, juzt enough to get by." Usha motions to her outfit, very much resembling one more human than orc. "I am disgrazed by this outfit, yez. But it keepz me hidden zometimez. Many orcs dilike thiz, I have had trouble sometimez. It upsets Petrilly if I do not wear thiz though, zo I do." She points a green finger back at the hag, eyebrow raised in question. "What about you? It iz your turn to tell Usha who you are."
