HatumBloodKnight

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?))

As flint takes a seat and settles in he speaks in a voice that betrays his age. "Right to the point I see, well about 5 years ago I set out to see the world. I wandered from town to place to place searching for a purpose." as he shifts in his seat he spots a shadow rush past the tent " but soon after the 3rd year of my trip I started picking up bounties for some cash" he bolts up from his seat "speaking of which I have a job to do." he turns to the door to leave when a Flash of lightning illuminates the street ahead and towering over the small tent is a olog wielding to missive cleavers "fancy seeing you here well lets make this quick I've got an appointment to keep."