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?)) "I sit down" and say "I Jon are the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark and I my parents were killed and I brought into place and presented as the bastard son of Lord Eddard Stark, Lyanna's brother, and raised alongside Eddard's lawful children at Winterfell now as I got older I decided to join the Night's Watch and was later elected as Lord Commander. As a result of several controversial decisions, such as allowing the wildlings to settle south of the Wall, I am murdered in a mutiny, but was resurrected by the Red Priestess Melisandre and now I've made my escape and I've made my way here and now my story is just beginning"
