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?))
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"You've been expecting me?" Lothric asks a bit surprised, "Anyway if you want to know my story then here it is. Normally I wouldn't tell you anything about myself but I don't think you are a bad person. I feel it in my heart. My name is Lothric, I'm a Mountain dwarf from Grand Kingdom of Urguan. I'm 51 years old. When I was 15 years old my parents were killed by some bandits. I grew up alone, learning all by myself, and now I don't like talking to others. I don't trust people easily. I want to become the richest dwarf in this world. It will be hard because i'm quite dumb. But I am really brave, disciplined and honorable so I'll try to gain money and reputation through battles! When I was travelling around the world I saw something terrifying." Lothric flinches, anxiety is evident in his eyes, "I saw dark elves. They are really scary. They are the worst beings in the entire world... Anyway I was traveling, and finally I found this place." Lothric comes closer to the witch, "Now tell me, what do you want from me, because it's quite weird that you were expecting me."
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