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?)) "Well" *clears throat* "I was born to a poor family on the southern border of the city, they were farmers by trade, however my father harbored a secret he only told me on his deathbed" *shifts in seat uncomfortably, looking around the tent as if expecting someone else to be listening in* "He was involved in a plot to kill the former king, he didn't tell me the names of the other men sent with him or why he was chosen, only that they did it in the name of freedom. Ever since he told me about his past I have felt people watching me constantly, this is why I decided to see if you could help."
