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.” *pulls out a chair and sits gracefully* "I've come from a steady cozy house in the silver city, I was raised by my mother and father. " *unhooks his water skin from his belt and takes a long slip* "My father was from the city's military and my mother stayed at home with us. We lived comfortably and always had great neighbors. I've idolized my father and I wanted to become just like him, that's why I'm join the military just like him " *raises his eyebrows as to inquire about what the old lady thought*
