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?))
"Hi mysterious woman, I'm a little confused but that's ok". She and I take a sit. "I'm just a guy who comes from a poor family. Not only that, but I have a hard life because I had to help my father carry his rocks, iron ores, and a lot of other things, he was a blacksmith, so now I have these muscles. My dad taught me how to forge armors and swords, but at the moment I don't have any gold coin to buy some ores, so I'm trying to get in a group of mercenaries to get some coins. I learned some basic sword skills from my father's friend. My childhood was terrible I used to help my dad with his job and he was a strong man but used only his strength to forge armors and swords he always hated battles. My mom used to cook some fish every day that I catch in the river every morning, but she died by a disease, then I learned how to cook to feed me and my dad. When I was a teenager, I used to hunt animals in the forest next to our house, so I practice how to do traps. My father spent so much money in that time to someone thatch me how to read, in that time I don't see a good reason, but now I'm grateful that he spent those coins on me. Every Sunday we use to pray and take a day to relax, but now we are separated because 2 years ago he got crazy and tried to kill me while I was sleeping, so now he gets assisted by the doctor from our village". Then I ask her "Since I got in this village I'm confused, can you tell me about this region ?"
