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?)) I`m used to being in places like this while travelling, i`m only staying for a short while to gather some supplies. i prefer warmer areas, but even then i don`t stay long. I`ve been travelling for over 3 years now and 3 feel like 10 in my eyes. i sometimes fight other warriors for money or other prices, that`s how i get by
and now i`m just in need for a new master or lord to serve if there is one worthy enough. But that`s mostly it i bid you farewell lady.
