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?)) "You want to know my story.....uhhh" Drakar begins to remember his story with a sad look in his eyes " Many years ago when i was 18,i lived a good life with my parents and my brother and my sister we were a very united family" he stops for a moment an lets out a sight "me and my brothers used to train together and to see our results our parents used to send us to hunt, we think that it was a fun way to do'it.But one the the hunt went wrong we.. played to much... and.. i just remember that the trees suddenly ended...and that i was falling.......i think that my brothers were falling too....because..i could hear their screams very far away" he stops talking whit sadness and only sadness in his eyes "i've been searching them since then".
