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 you have been?" I take a seat in front of the hag and stretch slightly. "Well, to start off, my name is Ahlarri. I come from Nevaehlen. I'm nothing as important as one of the Eternal Concords, but I was a Gladeguard for a while before I... well, that isn't much of a concern anymore." Ahlarri seems to be smiling, despite the slight dificulty to tell with their mask over their face. "Anyways, after all that stuff happened, I was put back at a Greenblade, and I've been doing my best to make it by. What about you? What's got you hangin out in this damp place?"
