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 I didn't come from a very wealthy family sometimes my siblings and I had to steal food and water from markets to survive. During the winter my family sometimes killed people to take there houses to keep us out of the freezing cold but, after a failed attempt they were sadly murdered leaving me to take care of my siblings. I found a master who taught me how to use a sword after a few years of learning under him we parted ways now I travel this land helping whoever is in need." Vance would look down at the sword he had been using for countless years "Well I must be going now it was nice of you to listen to my story"
