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?)) "Oh geez" Says Sparth "I've come a long way from Iron Uzg to seek a new life. You see my family was troubling me in lots of ways and I figured I could do better without them." "I vow never to go back to Iron Uzg until I have found a new and better life here."
