_MrAxolotl_

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?))

Example: *we sat down and looked at the hag* "One day me and my brother were found as babies laying in a basket on the side of a lake in Celia’nor, we were found by two kind high elves they took us in as they're own and choose our name's to be Adriel Edwards Blackwood and Bartholomew Edwards Blackwood. The high elves were middle class and they raised us the best they could. One horrible day me, my brother and a friend were at a lake near our house and our friend fell in the river when he tried to lay down to touch the water, and we couldn't save him we count swim and unfortunately he couldn't either.*sheds a little tear* we were charged with the murder of our friend. our ¨parents¨ threw us out to the streets. we were still wanted so we had to start mining in a hidden cave to earn money and live in. one day when me and my brother had grown up, we found lots of gold. we sold all the gold to the closest blacksmith. then we bought all the essentials you need to live like food and water. After that we bought a horse, and we took a ride from Celia’nor to Reinmar *shows a map to the hag*. which is the place me and my brother are living right now at this very moment. this was a good decision as Reinmar is a human nation."*stands up* "well i think its time we go"

"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…