Kamaranth

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 sit down cautiously giving care to place my bag down in a strategic manner allowing me to retrieve it and flee at a moments notice. "Expecting me? I only just made it in town and have no reputation worthy of recognition" "I came looking for work, I am hoping to save enough to one day open an inn for travelers as my parents had done before me" I look down with a face filled with grief "They didn't deserve that end and I want to reclaim the life I lost while also gaining the skills at arms through my adventures to ensure I will never lose those I care about again."