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?)) "If you must know my story then I'll tell. At a young age my family was traveling. In the dead of night we were all sleeping expect for our parents. You see our family is well versed in skills related to a specific weapon. Each of our family members learns a different weapon. On that night, the full moon was high in the sky. Dark figures with bright red eyes the color of blood, much like ours. The next thing we new our mother was waking us three up. Telling us to run and I protect my siblings as much as possible. We ran as fast as possible. When I had turned around so see if f my parents had survived. I only find the horrifying sight of our parents bitten and drained. Seeing the sight of there smiling face as they come to realized there us three, are safe." Reyvina says,she sits down. One of her legs crossed the other, and her arms have done the same, crossed. She puts off a cold demeanor, she's angry that she has to share her life story, moreover she doesn't show this anger.
