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?)) My name's Henry, henry mountbatten. I'm from the great city of Stone Bay, many many miles west of here. I've travelled looking for lands on which to settle and live after leaving my old home and family in Stonebay, things did not end well there. I've come to live a peaceful, simple life and to enjoy the company of those I will come to meet here
