Nitatskii

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?)) "When I was born a day later everyone was slaughtered by elves in a small uruk camp and i was under the bed when it happened. Then I was found by uruks and they brought me into their camp. I then left the camp when I was 12 years old and I have been wandering ever since occasionally stopping to hunt for food." He said to the old lady. "Now I'm here to look for purpose and to rejoin with my brothers and sisters of the Horde.