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.
I'm a traveling merchant from a faraway land that was chased from his home due to an incident with a band of thieves who destroyed my home forcing me to leave with nothing but the clothes on my back. Luckily i was able to stow away on a ship i didn't know were it was heading but i know that any place away from there would be better.
