Starlorde123

Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
Gianmario would straighten himself before speaking "My name is Gianmario Fernando Maria Luigi il Forte. My mother was a sailor and my father was a drunk, spirits was our business, winemaking in particular" he would uncork a flask "Ten weeks ago, I went on a journey, a journey to a town named....ah Merda, I forget" he takes a long gulp of his flask, filled with wine. "I was to sell goods there, barrels of wine and spirits as well as beer and vodka I had bought cheaply from a Raev merchant under bankruptcy, his prices truly were criminal..." he would take a pause "But then the soldiers came to me when I was selling in the town square, and they took down my poor cart, all the wine and the spirits GONE! Just in an instant" He stretches his arms outward as if it was an explosion. "They came to me and started beating me with clubs, a thief they called me...trying to put their local brewery out of business they said...as if anyone would drink that piss they sold." A single tear pours from his eye as he reflects on the high grade spirits that were lost that day, and he goes to drink another gulp from his flask "Now I must receive another shipment or I shall find myself in the red. They tried to ruin me that day, and ruined me they did, but I shall not faulter, Gianmario shall be the most well renowned Winemaker in the land!"