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?))
"Ah... I simply... Need a place to stay... I've lived... A long time... I ran from many... And fought many. Ahh... I still recall... The smell of... Iron... But enough of that... I lived in a village... Then had to flee... A small, yet humble home... I... Miss them... Hah... I ran and never looked back. I mostly wander in the shadows... For 30 years, I have survived in nature... Lost many... beloved... Friends. Made... Only a few... Enemies. I try to not... Converse with others, because of it. I... Am not one for... Hah, talking. If you could not tell from my voice... Haah, I suppose... I've simply lived... As a nomad, for the rest of my... Life... Yes? Hmm. If there is anything else... I will let you know."
