Reasah

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?))

Example: She looks up and the woman with her eyes while still having her head a little downward, and starts to open her mouth and says, "As I was young, I always wanted to be excellent in healing and in helping others with their wounds, I also wanted to be a warrior too. My parents were warriors, and my grandmother was a healer, though when I went out to my grandmother's home from time to time, and when she would try to teach me about patching wounds, I could not quite get things right. As I grew older, I started to understand how helping others worked." she sighs as she closes her eyes, "Though recently my grandmother passed away... so I am on my own for learning how to heal better, and now I am out adventuring trying to become as strong as I can and learn more about things, I can help others with."