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?)) Respond:
Rudius would go sit in front of the old hag, looking around the tent before replying to her, "My story? Nothing much to tell, to tell the truth, I'm just a traveling elf, looking for my purpose in life, maybe a home to settle down in and a nation to fight for and protect. You see, I lost my parents in a war, sadly I can not remember which one since it was so long ago." He'd look at his right hand, there appeared to be a burnt mark, "I know of only one remaining family member that I feel might still exist...but I do not know if she even knows of my existence." He would look back up at the hag in front of him, giving a slight smile "I am looking for my baby sister."
