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?)) He tense's up when she said its him so he chooses his words carefully saying " I come from a forest far away and wanted to find someone who might know what is in this world." as he looks around the tent wondering how she knew who he was. "My family was good, they treated me well." He continues. "They gave me food when needed and gave me a place to live.". "My sister was always a pain but I still loved her.". "My house was filled with love and compassion. It never was tense or uneasy.". "My house was in this amazing forest filled with life and wonder, I found something new every day.". "I loved it, but when I left everyone said there good byes and I went to a tavern and talk to a man who told me you would now something about my adventures.".
