Fanot

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?))

Looks startled, then replies kindly "I don't know, you, unlike you do, I, but I'll humour you" lowers himself to the ground and sits crossed-legged facing the hag "My name is Alzir. I grew up in the woods surrounding the Northern Mountains. I lived with my family and our people, but I grew tired of the boring life there and began drawing away from my family. I started to..." He pauses "They called it rebelling, but I think it's more adventuring. Anyway, I met a friendly elf who left our people in the woods ages ago, and he invited me to join him and his business partner in a new city filled with adventure and opportunity. It sounds better than home, so I'm on my way there." looks around searching for something. "Any chance you have something to drink here? A little stronger than lame water?"