MDwesman

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 stand silent and turn my head towards the figure, I walk towards the old hag.
 

"I come from mountains beyond and abound the Kingdom of Norland, I'm a warrior of the Clan Sutherland."

I look around, suspiciously eyeing the candles and the contents of the tents. I take careful note of everything…strung about. The old woman perplexes me. But I know one thing for certain, this place reeks of alchemy. I turn back to face the old hag.

"I have traveled to this land seeking an adventure, I've grown tired of my idle life sitting around in my homeland. I hoped traveling west would bring me to a land of wonders and such. Perhaps I will find myself a group of men, form some partnerships to keep me accompany on the road, or..."

A devious smile forms upon my face, however I quickly change the subject.

"So... you must be an alchemist?"