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?)) Ga'rae looked at the woman shocked as the old hag addressed him, his anxiety rose as he spoke in a stern tone "How is it you recognize me woman? I've not shown my face in these parts once in my life." He would walk forward with a grunt of discomfort sitting down on the cushion. Ga'rae tried to ease himself and the tension he may have created. "I do not know much of my younger years. I was raised an orphan, though told my family once served as Div'cruan in the city of Ebonglade. Over the years as I learned to live amongst my adopted family I gained many skills until I reached the age where I was able to go out and explore the lands on my own, which landed me in this town." Ga'rae leaned slightly to the side seeing the Old Hags feline staring through him.
