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?))
*He Takes a seat*
I had arrived to this town after i left my poor village, My parents struggled to provide for me and my siblings to i left so they didnt have another mouth to feed, As a kid i would always watch the weathly nobles live in riches and it filled my body with rage so i left my family and my village so i can become better then all those nobles. I became the leader of a group of bandits, who followed him loyally and carried out his orders without question. Despite his criminal activities, I was not entirely without a moral compass. He made sure to distribute some of his loot to the poor and needy, providing food and clothing to those who could not afford it. He saw himself as a kind of Robin Hood figure, stealing from the rich to give to the poor. As Sage's reputation grew, so did his enemies.
