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 looks around hesitant to sit down in such apparently decaying cushion with a poorly hidden face of disgust" I am the prestigious Chyrsanthos Hubris of house Hubris how you know my name is no surprise but how you know I would be here must simply be a bluff." after a bit of hesitation and feeling his tired legs he would give up and sit down on the cushion loosening his face of disgust and sighing upon impact muttering to himself "I mustn't let this stop me I must become the heir my family so desperately needs..." Instantly realizing what he was doing he would shoot back up to his feet standing proud looking at the old hag with again disgust "I appreciate your hostility but I have no business nor time for a small decaying town of peasants I thought at first maybe you could be someone of assistance but you will prove me no help for my goals I will take my leave" he would in a proud stance exit the shack heading back to his battered carriage thinking to himself "This setback won't stop me".
