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?)) Example: Looking up at the candles briefly, "I'm here for the Magic training." He replies, Then looking towards the back of the tent, slightly gazing at the elderly woman hearing what she had to say before walking overtowards the Cushion. "Thank you for the invitation, I'm very eager to learn from you, You seem quite wise." You say with a confident look upon your face, Sitting down upon the cushion below you, placing your hands in your lap. "My story? Well.. I have been wanting to learn how to fight for the longest, Especially in the magical arts. Me and my wife have traveled far to learn together."
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until… you head into the tent, raisng the curtain as you walk in, Eyeing the crone directly.
