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?)) *Mikkael takes in all sensory information* "Where to start...I hail from the Norlands originally, never met my parents as I was left abandoned in the wilds. I was taken in by an old hunter who brought me back to his band of hunters who helped raise me amongst the wilds. My adopted family in the hunters taught me of language and how to read the land. Thus, I grew up living by blade and bow if I couldn't find or kill my food I didn't eat." *Mikkael ponders for a while* "I have come to this land in search of a new group of comrades to hunt with. The few hunter family members I had left unfortunately met their end while hunting a vicious uruk. I am looking to avenge them so they may rest easy." *Mikkael points at the candles* "I would love to learn that trick, it could be useful while travelling. That said, I need to resupply, and was hoping 'This dingy town' would have somewhere to buy supplies. Now, that I am closer to it, I realize it may be the wrong place for me to find supplies." *Mikkael turns to leave the hag, looks back over his should as he walks off* "I wish you well and may GODAN keep you."
