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: *Ithil walked into the dingy tent and with hesitation he took a seat on the cushion* "well if telling you my story gets me to an ACTUAL TOWN.. then alright" *Ithil coughed into his hand and then began retelling his story of how he wound up at this 'village'* "I suppose it began when I was living on the country side of Almaris for a while with my family.. I cannot even remember their faces anymore its been so long, but after the mori attacked we fled for Aevos just like the rest of my neighbors" *Ithil looked down, a solemn expression covering his face* "after I found my way into Aevos.. I lost all track of my friends and family, no matter where I wandered I couldn't find them! so now I'm simply searching for a new home.. new friends and perhaps adventures? who knows as it seems my future is uncertain
