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?)) "Not much to tell, m an elf who. grew up in a dingy human town with human parents and human siblings. Became a lil aggressive towards people and they kicked me out, was a bard for a long while decided to change my path." he said looking at the old lady his eyes dead and cold." been lookin for clues of my real parents he said giving a small smile to the lady." what's your story grandma? I doubt you don't have one."
