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?)) "Greetings, I have been raised in a military garrison of Rivendell, not knowning who my parents were, as they were either killed in action or didn't wish to raise me. I was taught the basics and soon advance concepts of combat during my time in Rivendell, under my liege Elrond. After a series of false accusations levied against me by the newly corrupted officials of Rivendell I have unfortunately found myself shunned and exiled out of Rivendell. I make my way to these lands in search of a better life only time will tell if it works out"
