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: "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until… "Fine I'll tell you my story." "I was born in the woods, my mother was very caring and we were always moving till she got sick." his eyes fill up with tears. "My mother died on my 5th birthday." "After she past I made it my mission to become a warrior to protect the innocent." "My overall goal To protect the innocent and to make my mother proud of who I have became."
