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?)) Example: Hello, my name Hetmag Hornbuster. I am a wood elf from a distant land. I was the son of a lord and a lady. I was loved by them and they were loved by their subjects. One unfortunate night, my parents were devoured in front of me by trolls. Whilst the trolls were distracted, a loyal servant came to my rescue and took me far away from there. News of my parents demise quickly reach our home and it was taken over by my father's unfaithful advisor convincing everyone that I had perished and for a while I think I did, but that was a long time ago. I have since then traveled the world mastering the bow and honing my skills. Now then I am looking for a human and a dwarf by the names, Redgrave the Star and Sassuck Woldcoat. There's something important I must tell them. "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…
