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.”
upon entering into the tent Talarci would softly Cough from the thick scent lingering in the town. "I-um...alright." He would be taking a seat as the stutter occurred "My name is Talarci Amlugol I've been searching for my mother. May haps you have heard of her Kasthinia Amlugol? She has been missing a time...some say she is dead" His voice would drop off at his own thoughts at the mention of the memory his hands closing tightly the knuckles going white. "Any knowledge of where she is would be of assistance...I'd do anything for my family I heard you'd have answers." his eyes would narrow to the hag a new resolve slowly being revealed, his left hand drifting to his waist below the table "So you have gotten my story...What is yours?
