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?))
"Uh, do I know you." says Kuren raising his brown eyebrow. He looks around to see if there are any dangers in the tent. The old Hag offers him a place to sit. Kuren nicks to the old Hag and sits down to tell his story. He tells that since his Tribal Family was killed by Orks he searches someone to who he can swear fealty and furfill any wishes his Master has.
