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?)) Wynn stares blankly back into the eyes of the old hag and responds with a curt, "Well at least someone is expecting me nowadays." Wynn takes a seat, looks around at the candles, and says, "This should be quick. I just want to see sights and make a few coins along the way, all I've known so far in this life is bushcraft, hunting, and the same 50 trees to set traps next to. The only exciting things to happen was when the occasional bandit or two thought robbing me was a good idea without knowing those 50 trees. I think I'm due for some change of scenery and traveling." Wynn stares back into the hag's eyes and questions, "Now why would you be expecting someone like me? Got a job so I can pay my way to the next city?"
