CptRedfish

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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 looks around the tent admiring the collection of oddities she possesses. "My name is Dunedin. I have come from a long line of drunken dwarves. My father ran a tavern where I grew up in and learned how to work and drink." He looks around and notices a picture of a mountain dwarf. "That dwarf in that picture.. it reminds me of my father." He begins to reminisce about his father before a frown engulfs his face. "My father disappeared about a month ago, he told me about a relic right before he disappeared. He went on this trip that he said had to do with the relic and never returned." Dunedin shudders slightly as the thought of his father missing still echoes inside him. "That is what brought me here. He mentioned this town in his diary. I am looking for anything that could point me to him." He stands up barely towering over the table and asks, "Have you seen any mountain dwarves recently?"