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?))
My whole village was murdered by goblins. I hid underneath my floor as the goblins did unholy things to my family. I have set out on my journey traveling a lot to maybe find party members to make it a more enjoyable experience and maybe smile again someday. But before then I shall exterminate the goblins. With my father's sword/shield and armor I will destroy every last one of them.
