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?))
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't realize someone was here" *Takes a seat on the cushion* "I come from the kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska I was born to a poor farming family" *pauses waiting for the woman to speak* … "Anyways when I walked in the woods I would almost as though I heard the gods beckoning me to follow the wind... so I followed. I also feel a strong inclination towards the intricacies of magic and am in search of a teacher"
