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?)) "you were... expecting me? I-I'm sorry miss but I do think you got the wrong gal" Hazel offers a gentle frown taking a seat regardless to look upon the older woman "although, if its a story you desire I have a couple, my life has been rather uneventful but but perhaps it would be of interest to you. I grew up in the kingdom of norland as an orphan, my mother died in child birth and my father 3 years later while he was on duty as an Ashguard. I bounced from the cities foster home to the streets a few times before catching the eyes of one of the soldiers... I was far from a good kid. I was troubled, chaotic and always got myself into mischief. The guard however instead of punishing me took me in, he taught me, trained me and showed me the world, he said I had the heart of a fighter just like my father and that he would mentor me to follow in his footsteps. Lost in my life and filled with hope that I found a friend. I accepted his offer, trained and worked day in and day out until I became of age."
