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?)) Carefully approaching and scanning the room, I begin to take a seat and respond "Good evening Ma'am, my name is Sif, although it seems you may have already known that." I ease into my seat and tell her "I've come from a very average life but I've experienced my share of hardship and loss in my 46 years, I lost my parents not all that long ago and I've found myself seeking to venture further now that I no longer need to care and watch over them. I want to see all that this beautiful land has to offer and I wish to find companions that will seek glory with me."
