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?)) *a look of anger overcomes me* I come from the north to find the man who destroyed my village and hunted my people down for sport. He will be slaughtered just as he did to my mother. *I leave and go to the largest cabin* I walk inside and see dozens of people gathered drinking and telling war stories. I sit down next to a smaller man with a bow and quiver upon his back. "How ya doin mate" he says. "Just fine, I'm looking for some strong fighters to avenge my clan. It was a local warlord who thinks he can walk over anyone he pleases" I say. "Well I might just be what your looking for, for the right prices of course"......
