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: oh uh i was a average young boy when i was walking around my village and then dark elves attack my village i ran and hid under a wagon and i watched as everyone in my village was murdered infront of me when the dark elves fled i came out from under the wagon and tryed to see if anyone survived i was unable to find anyone i gathered supplys and sent out to try to survive and ive been traveling ever sense intill now.
