Goldenguy0707

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?))

*Ivon would look about the room confused for a second then he would take a seat* "Well me name is Ivon, I grew up just outside of Minitz as a farmers son. I umm left home at about 10 and 6 to fufuill me own hopes and dreams ya see" *he would cough a couple times* "Sorry about that Ma'am, as I was saying I wanted to become a knight ya see so I left, and here I am" *he would pause for a minute* "Sorry there aint much to me story Ma'am, I must be going ive got to see a man up in the city" *he would leave*