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?))
Derman looks the hag up and down, then sits on the cushion and adjust the cuffs of his jacket. "Good evening miss, My story is nothing too grand my half-brother Osfer and I arrived in town not too long ago in search of a greater purpose in life. Ya see me and Osfer lived on our parents farm, It was excruciatingly boring and our parents kept us within an arms reach not allowing us to go even a few feet from the farm but we were loved and decently happy, but unfortunately bad things happen a plague hit our village and our parents weren't lucky, My father told me before he died to take care of the farm when hes gone but I couldn't do that, I lied and said I would but once father and mother fell to the plague me and Osfer sold the farm and left." Derman adjusts his cuffs. "mother told us stories of distant lands with great battles and grand seas filled with dangerous monsters, they were the only thing that distracted me from the boredom of the farm so we left to find more stories and the truths of the ones mother read to us." Dermen takes a deep sigh. "so I've told you my story how about you tell me yours."
