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 slowly pace around the room sizing it up before carefully making my way over towards the cushion, "If you must know I'm looking for someone, well two someones, My wife and our son got taken from me. Our tribe was raided and I will find them." I lean a little closer and whisper, "I will find them... and those who took them will pay." I lean back in my seat "They took everything from me, I tried to defend my tribe but I was struck down, it's a miracle I survived. When I woke up the whole village was burnt to the ground, I failed as a husband, a father, and as a guard, I won't fail in finding my vengeance. I never did catch your name?" I say as I look around the room starting to get nervous that I said too much
