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: Well where to start I think to myself. As I sit for a moment and pinpoint the exact moment to tell me story. "My story doesn't really begin that long ago. When I was just 16 I decided to finally just pickup and go I had enough of the bloodshed and a change of scenario
would be nice." as I rambled but quickly come too. "But I do not think that is what you are really wanting to know. I here to get educated make my own survival, see everything that I can and do the odd jobs on the way. I am not one for fighting but when the time is desired I shall. I have been interested more in the arcane than any steel or iron of combat. Life on the road tends be cut short but I'm here to find my true self." Still confused I ask her, "How about your story?"
