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.” (response) sits down and hesitantly begins to speak, "I never knew my parents I was raised by Mountain Dwarves. They told me that they found me close to a nearby village, in the arms of what they assumed to be my mother. The village was destroyed and they couldn't find any other survivors. They took me to their home and that is where I have lived until now." Takes a drink from a canteen then continues speaking, "I seek the ones who are responsible for the destruction of my village and I believe you can help me."
