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?)) He'd stare at her not knowing how to respond or whether to trust this elderly lady. "My story, I am just a traveling warrior with no real meaning. You haven't been expecting me, it is just a ploy. All I could really explain to you is that I am a human who has left their family in search of adventure." He said preparing to leave.
