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?)) Ok... I am a slave, and I have been for 2 years. my master recently died so I am on the market. Life as a slave is hard, and as you can see, It's taken a toll. I was captured in war 2 years ago, and it is not going good. I would try to escape but I would be killed so I can't.
