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:
Finthalion would cautiously sit down. "well, i come from a land far away, poisoned by war" He'd say with regret. "i was with a group, of wanderers, Strays who where cast out by democracy's whom thought they owned the lands. After a while of, simply trying to exist in the same plane as they would, i just went travelling. Ended up here in this... Well, Definitely different place. At least there are no orcs here to take my eyes from me once more. Id hope anyway."
