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.” "My story huh?" I clear my throat "There isn't much to it, I was just a normal everyday farmer until my village was attacked by a group of bandits, most of us died that night, I hunted down most of the bandits, unsurprisingly most of them had bounties so, I went from a simple farmer to a great bounty hunter" I take the scroll off my belt and lay it on the table "all that's left of the monsters is who I can assume the leader is." after a few seconds I pick my scroll back up and get up to leave "If you see this man or have another bounty please, let me know." I leave and continue my journey...
