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?)) "You were... You were expecting me? How do you know me?" I say concerned but not quite frightened at the moment as I reach to my hip for my weapon. "I am travelling to seek answers of my past, I wish know more about this land and the energies that run through it" I explain shortly after removing my hand from my sword. "You wouldn't know anything of my peoples past would you? If you do please do tell, I wish to know all there is about us especially my own family clan." I state calmly. "Have you heard of the name Vieric, my parents passed shortly after my birth and I wish to find a living relative but am yet to do so."
