CrestWizard

Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))

Skarpi looked up at the old crone questioningly, a spark in his eyes. "Who are you?" He asked with a grin as he jumped onto a chair, propping up his feet on the armrest.

She didn't reply.

"Well, I'm Skarpi. I'm... a good ways from home, see? My folks and I was goin' down to market a couple months ago, see, the market in <far away city>. You ever heard o' it? Anyway, we was attacked by some real big green orcs and they ate all of the stuff we was bringing to market, but then they wasn't full and..."

"Well?" The hag prodded. "Go on-- finish your tale."

"Well ma'am" he said, sitting up straight in the chair. "they got eaten by them orcs and... well, I ran a good ways away, see, so that they didn't eat me too, and now I'm all alone in the whole blue world!" Skarpi said, eyes welling up with tears as he tried wiping them away.