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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?))

Gabriel turned his narrowed eyes towards the old woman, took a few noisy steps towards the cushion and sat down where she had pointed. After a few coughs, he spoke in a raspy voice, "You are chilling madam. I came to this town to fulfill a sword order for a friend and to mine, but what do I find? Not a single stone suitable for blacksmithing here." Gabriel clasped his hands on his knees and slightly stretched on the cushion he sat on. "I worked as a blacksmith's apprentice with my father until I was in my late teens and I delivered orders to numerous customers. When I reached my nineteenth year, I realized I had to leave the sweet and gentle embrace of my family to stand on my own two feet so I left the warm family home. Now like a wanderer, I roam around doing itinerant blacksmithing. Interesting isn't it? That's my story, what's yours madam?" He finished his words and coughed several times due to the damp surroundings.