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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.” ((How do you respond?)) He smiled."Great to see you, friend. Of course—there is much to tell" Then he walked into a tent, sat on the couch, and began: "I was born in 243. My father was a barbarian and proud of it, and I am too. He would play a hunter for weeks and a soldier for months. For us, orcs, this is nothing unusual. I intend to follow his path. As he told me, 'barbarian must know how to live well off the land, how to track the creatures of the wild, how to bring them down cleanly. He must be skilled with many weapons and favor light armor.'" He recalls. "In Kurai-Kuni where I live, native Orcs are known as Oni. They have their own ways—in dress and speech, and by the way I articulate, everyone can tell I'm not a native." He pauses for a bit and looks above. "I'm sure I'll assimilate fully one day, though. Many like me often join the Volunteers. Maybe that's an idea?" He looked at the hag again and added: "Lo, i'm starving. I'll go buy myself something. It was nice seeing you." He stood up and left the tent.