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 look at her with a look of sadness and confusion. “My story…? I’m very sorry for I don’t remember. All I remember is waking up in the woods alone surrounded by fae folk and when they noticed that I was awake they fled. I don’t know what caused them to flee but I hope it wasn’t I who caused it. I do know my name though. My name is Lucia Tarra and I wish to help people and possibly heal them of whatever curse or illness that ails them. I also wish to learn magic to help as many people as I can.” I smile as I look to her and give her a nod.
