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?))
"Man, I guess I should start from the beginning, huh?" He says with a dry chuckle as he takes a seat and grabs a glass of wine. *Clears throat* "Well, I'm an adventurer; hand for hire, you need a job done right you come to me. But my resent job went sideways, and my friend got killed. Apparently the boss sold us out for some extra coin and went underground. I want payback for Nikki's death. He's a human like me standing at 6 foot 1 inches, weighs 200 pounds, is buff, and is Caucasian. You got any info where I could find Adam, my old boss?" He says finishing his glass of wine.