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:
"Oh hell yea I wanna get a fortune read! When will I meet the love of my life? oh oh! will I ever kill a dragon?? OHHH how it was always a bucket list item of mine. Oh? My story?? Hmm, I tried to live it up in a town but being behind walls never felt right to me and well, the locals weren't the nicest to big scary orcs as well so another minus there."
