BashaKero

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.”

"Well, there's not much to tell..." He stares back as to remember my childhood. "Much like others of my race, I used to live in a small town with my parents and younger brother." He sighs. "Oh, how I miss those days. After the invasion of our town, my parents passed away leaving behind my younger brother and myself." He slowly inhales and exhales, sighing again. "I don't know much of what happened to my younger brother since then - I've heard from others that he is now an alchemist." He pauses abruptly. "Or maybe he was studying to be one? I'm not entirely sure. Either way, I'm glad to hear he made it out of the town." He looks directly at the old hag in realization. "Wait, what did you mean you've been expecting me?"