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?)) "Uhh, okay." *I freeze for a moment* "I am an adventurer seeking of a peaceful life, I came from afar, seen a lot. I left my parents and town people to pursue my dream of being more than a guy from a village. My dad was a blacksmith, he showed me swordfighting and I am really grateful of it, it really helped my get this far. My mom was a cook, she cooked bread and made food for the whole village, she gave me a lot of food for the journey, without her I wouldn't be as strong as I am. I didn't have any siblings, It was just me and a few town friends."
