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?))
I search my brain for the first answer that can come to my mind, why I am here. "Well I come to look for new friends and a new start" I pause as to wait for a respones or ending, but there is none so I keep going. " I want to learn how the way of the warriors and I heard that this area of this world, which I don't reconginze on my map at all, harbors some of the greats"
Recommended Comments