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: "My story? Well it's not to interesting." I say whilst moving towards the old woman.
"My mother was killed when I was just a young boy leaving my father to raise me. He taught me the art of the sword and how to fend for myself. One night when I was 16, he was drunk, he was mad at me for some trivial reason and thought it be a good idea to dual. I of course was opposed to this idea but yet he charged me with his sword. I parried his blade, playing the defensive. After a while of this altercation I decided to fight back, I swept my sword severing his hand from his wrist. Ever since that horrible night I've been disowned. I wish to prove myself to him."
"What about you stranger? What is your story?"
