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?)) Arion Vero would take a seat seeming a bit suspicious and looked a bit confused as he grabbed ahold of the chair and set it in a good position to face the lady “Ah- Really though I am a bit confused but the name is Arion Verso, I am just a wonderer or as others call a Traveler and I was just in search of a new town to set business, I offer Protection services and I go from town to town but I’m pretty sure I might need to skip this one. I am a elf not the bad kind so don’t worry im not here to cause any trouble” Arion Verso would talk about more about himself and then would fix his chair and would continue his journey.
