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?)) Well, my name is Brendainn. I'm a highlander from Snowy Fields and I'm ready to strike out on my own. I'm quite adept at carpentry, masonry, hunting, fishing, farming, and raising livestock. My mother, Erin, is a seamstress and my father, Lughnahd, is a carpenter. Anyways, I've dreamt of adventure my whole life! I'm tired of living in the proverbial shire and want to make a life for myself elsewhere!
