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?)) I cross my legs and sit close to her. Taking a deep breath and I start to narrate my story. "My name is Adamadium Silverfist, I come from the Underdark. I was raises in a small family. But I was born an abnormally small baby and my parents in shame of my size, they left me under a fiery volcano between the bedrock." His eyes start to water. "When I finally grew i had to dig my way up. When i finally got out my sole goal was to find my parents. While i was searching i got attacked by a horde of goblins, they wanted to steal my belongings, but when they saw i had nothing, they beat me up and left me for dead." he laughed. "When i woke up, i was in a dwarven village where they treated me as their own.". "As a small child with no family, i found myself sitting alone in a pub, where all of a sudden a pub lady came up to me and asked me: "where are your parents?" and i answered "I am in search of them.". She responded "I will take care of you until you find them". Adamadium then was really happy. A lot of years passed. When he finally in desperation he found the sole person who remembered his parents. When the unfortunate news got to him that his parents have died tragically in a goblin attack. The last quest in the life of Adamadium Silverfist is to avenge his parents death.
