Mythanar

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?)) "Well..." he takes a deep anxious breath as if it is very hard for him "I grew up with my parents in the Forrests learning and falling in love with hunting and all things related to nature..." he says and then pauses to gather strength to say something hard "I don't feel like I belong anywhere. My parents expect me to be a warrior like my father but I hate to take life when there can be other way. And my mother..." he swallows deeply "She wants me to learn from the druids, but they scare my soul out of me." he looks up at hag with hopeful gaze "That's why I came to see you. Please help me to get out of it."