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?)) I have come here to become a great tavern/inn keep inspiring people to be who they want to be. I come from a small town about 50 miles south east of The Kingdom of Haense. Growing up I didn't have a whole lot so I was taught to appreciate the little things life. My parents are long gone but they taught me everything that I know from my manners to my cooking skills. I'm willing to travel until I find the correct spot for my tavern/inn, helping people on my adventure. "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
