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?))
"Hello, I am Gio Orrin Hoslow and I come from the Land of Hills", says he looking towards the North. "It was... I mean, I hope, IS a very odd place. Most of the people in there believed in Dragons, made cults around them, for instance, they would applaud 33 times every time a lightning struck, because they associated it with dragons, and have become fundamentalists, including my childhood friends and most of my family, except for my grandfather and the rest of our family was ashamed of two of us. They didn't sell us out to the chieftain of the Land of Hills, but we could tell that we weren't welcome anymore. That is why we left and set out on an adventure, through our journey we have met many great people, but one thing was clear, we never had any goals in mind. 4 years spent wandering and not achieving anything big. Age has caught up to my grandfather and he has passed away at the age of 79. After that I told myself that I would set goals and not waste away my years wandering without any goals in sight. A week later one of the men I met when travelling with my grandfather had recognized me, his name, Robert Cavey, and after talking and eating for awhile he offered me to join him in service to the Eulers. I started thinking about it, remembered my own promise to myself and after that immediately agreed and followed him." "I would like to thank you for listening to my story" he says to the hag, Robert and the Eulers are waiting for me.
