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?)
i have trouble looking at ther in the eyes at first...ehhh...i am sorry these couple of days have been rough for me..i sit in the cut down tree the lady told me about and wipe my tears off my eyes... i am so sorryy my village is all burned down...and my place as royalty has to stay hidden please dont say anything i will be in danger ...could you provide me with some selter at least for a bit i need to gather my squad and get revenge.Once and for all this time...
