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?)
ladqaurk would approach the old hag, getting on one knee to get somewhat on her level. As he did this, this would give quite some sound in the tent , making the area around him a just a little bit shakey. As he would stare into the old hag's eyes he would say "Ndohn ov jwahft yu huhdfmanz ohbffur main people hazt my inturezht ." eldaquark would rise up and straightening his position again, showing off his muscular body and . "Humanz will nevur trihk me agaihn, espezhially noht aftur what I hev been thvrough. Grehnd azpiratiunz, ahren't in my line of wohrk nor ahr dhe othuhr thihngz yhou've offuhrehd mey." ladqaurk would walk past the old hag and march out other side quite loud due to his heavy footsteps and his weight, on his way, he would fix the fur he was carrying around his body, keeping himself warm as he walked out of the tent in to the town
