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 used to live in the land of Störheim, but I've grown grown tired of that place. I've been working under someone in the mines all my life, and start my own mine to make a living selling ores. I'm also journeying to find so types of beer I've grown tired of the same old blends back home and want something new. I really don't want to be connected to a kingdom, and want to live on my own away from conflict. I'm also the adventuring type and want a new land to explorre and to meet new people, I grew board of Störheim I've explored every inch of that bloody place and nothing there surprised me anymore. Welp I better be off, need to find a good place to live quick, going to grab a beer for the road, hope to see you again some time."
