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?))
"My story?" He looks around confused "Let me start at the beginning, i was born and raised in a very poor town. I was raised by a single mother and she worked very hard to put food on the table by any means necessary," He looks down at the ground "When i was 15 she got caught stealing and she was imprisoned." He looks back up confidently "I was alone and learned to steal in order to survive." He sighs, "The reason I'm here in this town is for the opportunities that it may offer and I'm also an adventurer out on a journey." He says as he stands tall and proud.
