Lightbulbin

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 take a seat on the cushion. "Well to start, it's safe to assume you know who I am but just incase, my name is Chubb!" Gesturing toward myself with a mighty grin. "I come from lands far beyond here in search of THE PERFECT spot." Looking at the elderly woman intently. "What is the perfect spot you may ask? The perfect spot for me is a nice hill beside a small riverbed deep in the forest. I will have friends nearby who will join me every so often for lively parties and events! I came from a small village in a valley with a very close knit community. I embarked on my voyage around five years ago and only a few places have dared come close to perfect, but I know what I want and I won't stop until I get it!" A frown comes across my face. "It's a shame that back home my family isn't happy with my lust for adventure. 'Chubb don't leave, you'll regret it!' they told me but look at me now!" Chubbs frown disappears and he beams a smile toward the woman. "So yeah! That's who I am, where I am from, and where I am going!" Chubb looks at the woman, awaiting her reply.