frogs_v3

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?)) Me and my goblin companion here, minkuzz, have been traveling the world, fighting off demons and the such. We have been searching for quests to earn golds and the such. It's been a really rough adventure. I lost my eye to a few bandits a few months back, and also lost my left hand to a bear attack. Some unfortunate happenings, but nothing we couldn't handle.